ok so its kinda rare to post stuff like this, especially on Tumblr of all places! But my older cousin RUBEN RAY MARTINEZ WHO WAS AN AMERICAN CITIZEN was killed by ICE last year and we are currently on the way to support my aunt in interviews right now, so here's hoping everything goes well! PLEASE BOOST THIS!!!!! My family has been left in the dark about this and it's just horrible for my aunt and cousins please boost♡
wherein: interest and fascination quickly turn into obsession. the line blurs between hate and desire as blood runs through the cracks between the bricks that pave the roads in town.
ib: aswang by alamat
content: SMUT!!! not proofread we die like nicholas scratch, character death, vamphia, blade play, use of a crucifix in sex, mentions of blood (duh), breeding kink, pain kink, hate sex-ish?, branding, megan, yoonchae, lara, manon, and daniela need a raise. Wrap your willy before you wonka!
word count: 10.8k (yay i made smth long-ish :D)
note: work contains smut and violence. viewer discretion is advised.
author's note: finally finished this vamphia fic! to the anon way back who requested for me to use aswang as an ib, here u go! haha hehe yeah, enjoy my horrible smut writing.
Y/N came from a family of hunters. Generation after generation, they've been killing vampires. Monsters. Protecting mankind. The night was when they came out to play. Humans evolved with heightened senses in the dark to avoid turning into the prey. And Y/N? She was the best damn hunter anyone has ever seen. Most lauded. Girls and guys fawned over her because of it. Yet she wasn't focused on that.
What she was focused on was hunting down a particular clan of vampires that no hunter has ever been able to touch. The Laforteza clan. Infamous suspects for thousands of missing persons per year. Each time she cracked down on this case, the clan seemingly went dormant. Were they afraid of being discovered by her? They should have been.
The dim light of the torches accentuated her sharp features. Her jaws, the firm set of her lips as the grating sound of cutlery scratching against silver plates filled the room. Modest garment covered her from head to toe. Simple leather and cloth, from her tunic to her britches, to her boots. Her hair was untamed, frizzy. One barely had time to care about that when they're entirely too busy protecting a town.
Her eyes darted around as she dug into her dinner of roast pork and candied figs while she listened to everyone chatter around her, the chatter dissolving to barely anything as soon as she heard something that piqued her interest.
“Everyone quiet down.”
Her voice grappled the attention of the room like it was made to do so. Low, velvety, made to command a room full of barbaric hunters.
“Megan. What was that you were saying?” She asked before wrapping her lips around the perfectly charred piece of meat pierced by her fork.
“The Laforteza clan, they… they had a change in leadership just recently.”
Y/N chewed on her food, hand gesturing for Megan to continue with the report. Her gaze lingered to show that she was listening. Megan met it, but others didn't dare to, because that steely gaze? It was liable to make or break someone. Y/N never looked at things… at people that weren't worth gazing upon.
“So… as we know, they don't follow vampire customs of having the eldest male take over…” Megan trailed off, watching as Y/N picked up a candied fig and nodded as she ate the fruit. “They have the one with the most kills take over. And I believe now it's the eldest daughter of that one family. Her name’s Sophia, but no one's really seen her face.”
Even the way Y/N chewed was methodical. Slow, as she thought about what Megan just revealed. “So I assume what you're trying to get at is that if I find her, cut the head off their clan, they'll scatter and we can burn them all, yes? Like mice dumped in a bucket of water, they all die?”
“They at least run around like headless chickens for a while. Should make it easier to dispose of all of them,” Lara spoke up from across Megan.
All heads turned, waiting for their leader’s input. All the while, Y/N just calmly finished her food, wiping her mouth with a napkin, her callused fingers tapping against the old wooden table while she fell into thought. Then, she leaned forward, her head falling to a slight nod.
“There's a cabin I've been investigating these past few weeks. It always reeks of fresh blood. Possibly big dinners in celebration for their new leader. I want no one looking into it. It's mine to pursue. I'm not compromising your safety. Any of you. In this room and beyond. Tell your families not to come anywhere near that cabin.”
She then stabbed her infamous dagger into the table. The blade stood and shone underneath the low firelight, sharp silver perfection that had taken many vampire lives.
“Whoever disobeys that order and goes to that cabin loses the hunters’ protection. Their whole family. Spread the news.”
Y/N was known for her harshness, but it made the people follow the rules, and the townspeople knew she wasn't strict for nothing. All she wanted to do was to protect them, so they obeyed.
“You should take caution,” Yoonchae, the youngest hunter, voiced out. “The new leader… I heard she practices witchcraft.”
“As long as it doesn't make her immune to the stab of a silver dagger, or a blade slitting her throat, I hardly think I have anything to worry about,” Y/N answered dismissively with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Swear to the gods, Y/N. Your pride will be your downfall,” Megan remarked with an exasperated sigh and a shake of her head.
——
Somewhere deep in the woods lay secrets the townspeople didn't even dare acknowledge. There lived the creatures of the dark, the very things that terrorized them, feasted upon them like they were livestock.
Fog curled against the trees, a natural smokescreen that acted as the curtain that separated the living and the undead. The only thing that cloaked the area and its inhabitants from society. The haze hid away a mansion that stood on land just slightly elevated from the forest. Usually, it housed the Laforteza clan, for when they have family gatherings. Now, it only housed the clan’s new leader and her very small council comprised of exactly two people.
Swirling ruby liquid around a golden chalice was Sophia Laforteza. The newly-appointed leader of the Laforteza clan. Wrapped in an elegant black satin dress, hair straightened, she sat like a prim and proper monarch with all the time in the world. She sipped on her cherry wine, dark brown eyes watching as the fire crackled in the fireplace.
“Manon, your progress on working on the cabin?” She asked after swallowing the tart liquid that left a slight red tint on her painted lips.
Manon was one of Sophia's confidants. She was a witch, one that was cast away from the town when she shared her ideologies of vampires and humans living together. They shunned her like she had brought a plague upon their town. So she actually did. And then she left and wandered around in the woods before Sophia found her and took her in.
“It's… going. Tell me why you want me to enchant that cabin again? With like… the worst spell ever in my book?”
See, if it were any other person that asked that, Sophia would have already snapped their neck in half, but it's okay because it was Manon. Manon who helped half the time with Sophia’s biggest catches. Manon who helped Sophia put an end to the legendary Pablo Y/LN. The older brother of Y/N Y/LN.
“Because someone's been snooping around. I don't know who and why. I ought to find out the answer to both. So I trust that your magic will do its job. Draw the peeper in, weaken them. That's when I'll pounce,” Sophia answered, straightening up in her plush velvet seat, regal as ever.
“And what if this peeper is too big of a fish for Manon’s net? What then?” Asked Daniela, Sophia’s eyes and ears around the immediate vicinity, and the news bringer. She blended in well with humans because she once was one. She was just turned by a careless vampire and Sophia took her in after seeing her looking like a lost puppy after trying and failing miserably at hunting her meals on full moons, where vampires’ hungers were the strongest.
Sophia's lips pursed in thought as a soft hum of consideration left her. “Then I finish the job myself. No fish is too big as long as you sink your teeth into its gills fast enough.”
The nonchalance in her tone contrasted the bloody image her words painted. She was truly vile and ruthless. Whoever she wanted dead, they'd end up dead one way or another, because Sophia Laforteza always got what she wanted.
——
Late that night, the trap had been set. The haze of Manon’s spell wrapped around the cabin like a rope of silk, supposed to lure in the peeper with a false sense of comfort, a spike in interest, then get them slowly weakened and sick, and then trap them when it's needed the most.
Y/N wasn't aware of this fact, however. So she just walked into the forest, alone. All she had on her was a gas lantern, a dagger, and the confidence that nothing would happen to her.
As she neared the cabin, it seemed that the fog around the forest got thicker. Nevertheless, she pressed on. Her boots stuck to the wet soil beneath her feet, making a soft squelch with each step she took. Any other person would have run off after seeing the cabin. Because who in their right mind would explore it, knowing that there were creatures that hunted at night?
Well, Y/N was no normal person. She was a hunter. She was born to do this. Purge the creatures that terrorized her town and other people. Cold sweat clung to her skin like a ghost’s hand holding her as she approached the structure.
A few feet away, taking silent practiced steps even while wearing exquisite shoes made with hand-stitched leather, Sophia spotted Y/N. Though, she didn't know that this was the hunter that she'd been wanting to get her hands on since the death of her older brother. Y/N had been responsible for the death of Sophia's brother, and Sophia didn't think killing Y/N’s brother was enough. She needed more. She needed bloody retribution.
The vampire’s eyes gleamed with interest as Y/N approached the cabin, entering it. Unbeknownst to her, the hunter had already sensed her presence. Though… Y/N wasn't aware either that this was Sophia Laforteza, the very head of the clan she was looking to sever and put an end to. While her senses were on high alert, she entered the cabin against better judgment.
Cold air blew in through the broken window by the door, but if it was even possible, the air within the cabin seemed colder than outside. Y/N walked around as quietly as she could, the metallic scent of dried blood filling her senses as she got closer to what seemed like a dining area.
As she stepped closed to the table, her steps began to sound stickier, so she looked down, lighting the floor with her lantern, only to see coagulated old blood painting the wooden floorboards a messy dark crimson.
“Gluttons,” she muttered to herself, the mud underneath her boots and the old blood caking up beneath her soles into a mixture that reeked of death and misery.
Sophia walked to a window of the cabin, looking into the glass which was blurry with fog that clung to it, along with another kind of fog caused by the difference in temperatures within and outside the cabin. Vampires always just brought cooler air wherever they came. Only those with the sharpest senses would ever notice it.
Her eyes lingered upon the figure exploring the cabin, the woman that was paying her no mind even though Sophia was most certain that this person knew she was near. Was she asking to die, or something?
Well, it wasn't like Sophia wanted to kill her, anyway. What a waste that would be of a fine piece of ass. Just honest thoughts, really. For some reason, she didn't want this woman ending up as just another piece of flesh on her table to suck dry and leave for the vultures.
While Y/N… after she saw the initial things she wanted to see, left. Quietly. She might be one confident bastard, but she wasn't stupid. She was alone, and getting jumped at this hour without her crew just wasn't ideal.
As soon as Y/N was far enough, Sophia entered the cabin, taking in the scent that Y/N left. She smelled like ash, metal, wood, and sage. It was almost addicting. She then looked around and noticed the mess that was left behind from her last gathering with her family, shaking her head in disappointment.
“What a mess,” she mumbled, already thinking about having some servants clean.
“I should tidy up to make it more welcoming for my little guest.”
——
The next day, Y/N sat in her bed, thinking about how the cabin looked the night before. The dried blood… the sheer amount of it, meant that the clan must have been taking victims from different places because not many people had been reported missing from her town.
“Y/N? We need to go out and hunt for some game or some boars for lunch and supper. The butcher’s out of town and he never gave us the location or the name of his supplier,” Megan’s voice rang out from outside Y/N’s bedroom, pulling her out of her train of thoughts.
“Coming.”
The group of hunters went out to the forest, carrying spears and bows and arrows. Y/N led the pack as always, spotting animals for them to hunt. After they've gotten a few down, she sent the others back to town to wheel the heavy animals out while she stayed and hunted for some more animals for good measure.
Observant eyes watched her from the top window of the Laforteza castle as she strayed accidentally further into the woods. Contrary to popular belief, vampires actually didn't sleep in the day. Hell, they didn't even get burned by the sun. They just prefer going out at night.
And as Sophia looked on, watching how the figure’s shoulders raised and tensed slightly while shooting at a wild boar, she was sure knew that build, she could tell that from anywhere, from how much she'd been thinking about Y/N for the past few hours since first seeing her. She'd never been like this before. So… obsessed. This woman had to be hers.
Y/N noticed that she had strayed enough from the path to town when she saw the cabin. Looking back towards the way to the path, she sighed and just walked over to the cabin, unable to resist exploring some more. She saw something shining by the doorway, and it distracted her. Picking it up, she realized it was a golden locket.
When she opened it, what met her was the sight of a woman whose beauty was… surreal. Lips painted red, beautiful dark brown eyes, wavy hair. She assumed this was left by the woman she saw the night before. She hoped the woman would show up again so she could return the locket, especially since it looked expensive. It was real gold, after all. It creased at the slightest press of Y/N’s nail to the top of it.
Without thinking, Y/N took it back with her to town. A little trinket that she didn't know just started the ticking clock to her doom.
——
For the next few times through the weeks that Y/N went to the cabin, she'd been finding random trinkets here and there, and she had been keeping them. Each time, she hoped to find the woman who had been leaving them. It had become a habit to her, looking around for any presences around the woods.
She had even told her crew about the trinkets and of course, everyone thought it was a trap and had told her so, but she refused to listen, she refused to believe them. She even snapped at them once, asking them if they thought she was stupid and incompetent.
The chase had begun to drive her insane, really. Every time she looked at the locket, it was like something cracked within her. She had to find out who this woman was. She had to see her. Talk to her. Y/N needed to know this woman.
When she went to the cabin this time around, she didn't find a trinket. Instead, a woman sitting at the bench of an abandoned piano alone, looking into a lantern as if it had all the answers to the questions in the world. Y/N approached with the caution of a person approaching an injured doe. It was like a mellow calm just suddenly wrapped around her brain. Finally. Her mind can rest with its fascination that turned into deep obsession.
Slowly, she sat down next to the woman.
“I assume you're the one who's been leaving me these trinkets? It's dangerous to be out here all alone at this hour, you know.”
The concern in Y/N’s voice made Sophia’s lips curl up with a small smile.
“Her softness is the complete opposite of her harsh stature,” Sophia thought. “Those rough hands and muscles… she works hard. And yet her tone is gentle.”
She looked at Y/N and gave her a small nod. “I'm aware how unsafe it is out here at this hour… so why are you out here, hmm?”
The question elicited a soft chuckle from the hunter, who nodded in agreement, knowing this woman had a point.
“Touché. So what is a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?”
“I take care of this cabin. The owners wanted me to watch over it tonight.”
Y/N should have seen that as a sign, but something blinded her. Was it the beauty of this woman next to her? Or perhaps another unseen force? Either way, Y/N just nodded upon receiving the answer, when she should have drawn her concealed dagger right then and there.
“How about you?” Sophia asked, finally looking at Y/N and getting to see her face up close. She was even more beautiful from this proximity. The moonlight reflected from her eyes perfectly, and the way her humble clothing clung to her skin was downright sinful.
“I've grown quite fond of this cabin. And I've been wanting to return everything that I've found. The locket, the handkerchief, the letters. The fruits… I'm afraid I've eaten them.”
And she had a sense of humor. That just made Sophia want to keep her. A light giggle left her lips, shaking her head.
“Keep everything. They're little gifts for the woman who's been keeping me company for weeks.”
She reached forward, letting her fingers dance playfully across the keys of the old piano. Despite looking like it had been there for a thousand years, the instrument still worked. It was the only well-maintained thing around the area, other than the dining table.
Y/N looked on in interest, gesturing for Sophia to play some more. Sophia was all too happy to oblige, playing an elaborate tune that could put all the world’s most renowned musicians to shame. It was like a spell that lulled Y/N into letting her guard down, only it didn't really have magic. The cabin did, though. And slowly but surely, the two women at the piano bench were unaware that they were being victimized by the very spell that Sophia wanted to capture Y/N with.
——
Manon quickly noticed Sophia’s constant disappearances. Week after week, every night, she'd disappear. And Manon was sure she knew why, so she decided to confront her.
“Sophia,” the witch called out just before Sophia could leave the castle again. “You're going to the cabin, aren't you?”
“I am,” Sophia confirmed casually, fixing the cuff of her blazer, wanting to look as proper as possible before she saw the woman in the cabin again, whose name she still didn't know.
“You need to stop. You're exposing yourself to my spell. It'll compromise you,” Manon scolded the vampire, arms crossed like a mother telling her child off. She was even flanked by Daniela who was nodding in agreement behind her.
“I haven't died, have I? Would you two stop treating me like a child? Need I remind you who I am?”
“Need we remind you what we're supposed to be doing?” Daniela retorted, wielding her raised eyebrow of doubt like a sword, which just greatly annoyed Sophia.
“I haven't forgotten. I'm simply watching over the cabin for when the hunters arrive. Then I can tell you how many there are and we can prepare our ambush,” Sophia reasoned out, but both her council members were unconvinced and rightfully so. There was something about Sophia's persistence on lingering around the cabin.
Manon scoffed in disbelief. “You're seeing someone at the cabin,” she accused. “Who is it? What are they like? The cabin alone and patrolling wouldn't make you this persistent with going out there, every night.”
Daniela's eyebrows raised in surprise at Manon’s accusation, and yet she thought it didn't sound too far-fetched, so she looked at Sophia and gestured for her to answer, as if seconding Manon’s question.
“Alright, so I've been talking to this woman. Tall, muscular, but still lithe somehow. She looks like she doesn't have the time to take care of herself because she takes care of everyone, and she smells of sage and wood,” Sophia explained in detail, her eyes softening as she thought about Y/N, like a bumbling fool with a stupid crush.
“This woman?” Daniela took out a crumpled photo from her pocket and unfolded it, showing Sophia the photo of the famous Y/N. “This is Y/N, Sophia.”
Sophia looked at the photo and felt her stomach drop just for a moment. But then, a wide smirk showed itself on her lips.
“Oh,” she murmured. “That's her. The woman I've been seeing at the cabin.”
Both Manon and Daniela instantly looked horrified at the revelation, sputtering simultaneously about how Sophia could have died if things went wrong and how they'd be fucked when Y/N realizes. It was a when, not an if, because Manon knew that no matter how much magic… Y/N had the instincts of an apex predator, same as them. She had the instincts of a master hunter.
“Both of you, calm down,” Sophia said, rolling her eyes from slight annoyance with the pair’s overreaction. “I can make her flip. Trust me, I can, and I will.”
However, the two members of Sophia’s council were understandably doubtful of this.
“Flip? How? With your feminine wiles? She'll slit your throat before you can even touch her,” Daniela returned, looking at Sophia like she was a dunce. Because… yeah, what the fuck was Sophia thinking, saying she could flip a hunter that comes from a family who's been hunting them down for centuries?
Manon returned these sentiments, though her face definitely asked Sophia ‘are you fucking dumb’ without the need to say the words. Her face really just screamed. Her face was the kind with subtitles. She never was great with hiding her emotions. That wasn't her forte.
“I have my ways,” Sophia grumbled, glaring at her two confidants. “Have you no trust in me? Is it not me who keeps this clan afloat, who puts food on our table with no difficulties? Do I not keep your stomachs full?”
“But—”
“No, trust me on this,” the vampire hissed in indignance, effectively cutting Manon off from spouting whatever reason she was going to make to stop Sophia from pursuing Y/N. Sophia always got what she wanted. And she wanted Y/N.
Daniela gave Manon’s shoulder a squeeze and nodded at Sophia's words, before speaking for the both of them because she didn't trust Manon not to unleash an unhealthy amount of obscenities just to get Sophia to snap the hell out of this stupid persistence she has.
“Alright. But if you fall in too deep, we pull you out and kill Y/N.”
“And that chance is all I ask of you,” Sophia replied with a small nod with her usual air of elegance. “I shall head out to the cabin and see the hunter.”
—
Y/N was patrolling the woods with her crew. They were all mumbling about something probably unimportant because Y/N just couldn't care enough to listen. Instead, the head hunter would legitimately rather just patrol alone because whatever they were talking about? Didn't matter. Didn't matter enough to be talked about at a job that needed silence.
“Can the lot of you shut your traps? If we're heard, you all become vampire chow, and then I'll have to carry the burden of telling your families you were stupid enough to get killed all because you're talking about how a wench might love you and run away with you to be wed out of town. She doesn't. She won't. You just paid her a nice amount of fucking bronze.”
The whole crew grew silent at Y/N’s words. How could they not when this woman has the most commanding presence anyone's ever seen, even from her own ancestors?
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the pumping of her blood quicken just because of these idiots. Why did she agree to take out a bunch of new hunters again? If she only had Lara, Megan, and Yoonchae, then they'd be alright.
“Just disperse, you halfwits. Buddy system. Don't die. Shoot at anything that looks suspicious, but don't accidentally shoot at your partner.”
She massaged her temples and then looked up, seeing the newbies waiting for more instructions.
“What the fuck are you still doing? Pair up! I'm not assigning you pairs! Pair up and get the fuck out of my face!”
The young men scrambled off in pairs, in different directions into the forest while Y/N shook her head, mumbling, “I'm surrounded by a bunch of simpletons.”
She herself roamed further into the forest, spear at the ready, a bow hanging on her back as the foggy path led her to the cabin once more. Looking around, she made sure that none of the young men were around before she entered the cabin, hoping to see her favorite face.
And there she was. Sitting on a rocking chair that wasn't there before in the living room.
“Redecorating?” She inquired, approaching the figure on the chair. When Sophia looked up to meet her gaze, a smile involuntarily formed on her lips. All the stress and the irritation from being made to babysit the young hunters left her, her shoulders sagging in relaxation.
Sophia gestured to the dining table and Y/N looked, eyebrows lifting in pleasant surprise as she saw that there was food waiting for her.
“You cooked?” She asked with a smile of amusement, approaching the dining table. She sat down and served herself some of the food. There was a lot. Fruits, beef stew, roast chicken, cured pork, fine liquor. Maybe brandy, maybe whiskey. Didn't matter. It was like a king’s spread.
“Well, I thought my favorite guest would need some energy. I see how hard you work,” Sophia muttered softly, making her way towards where the hunter sat, draping her arms over Y/N’s shoulders like she'd done it a million times. “So tense. Why?” She queried softly, working her hands over the tough spots in Y/N’s shoulders.
Y/N groaned quietly as she ate, the feeling of the knots in her shoulders being worked on distracting her momentarily. “Damn newbies. They're stupid. They're going to get themselves killed at this point,” she muttered with a displeased grunt, biting into a very red, juicy apple, making Sophia's eyes glisten from behind her.
“Oh? New hunters, you say?” Sophia asked, careful not to let the smirk she had be heard in her voice. She was tearing Y/N’s walls down, slowly but surely. “Well, just eat up and don't mind them. They'll learn. You need more energy to deal with them.”
Y/N let out a hum of agreement as she finished everything that was on her plate.
And then, suddenly, Sophia was lowering herself in Y/N’s lap with a napkin in hand. She gently wiped the hunter’s mouth clean before putting the used cloth aside, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s neck, playing with the baby hairs on her nape, before leaning back only for a moment, pouring Y/N some of that fine liquor.
“So tired,” she murmured with concern and pity, seeing the dark circles around Y/N’s eyes, no doubt from her semi-nightly patrolling. She handed Y/N the cup of alcohol and watched her drink it, her eyes trailing down to that throat as it bobbed with each swallow. Keeping that stupid town safe had taken such a toll on Y/N and Sophia could see it. Y/N deserved better than that. Sophia wanted to be the one to give her that.
She could see Y/N’s eyes flickering to her lips, which made her smirk, watching as Y/N put the now-empty cup aside.
“You want something. I see it,” she whispered, leaning more into her side that wanted to ravage Y/N and go in for seconds, all without hurting her.
“And what if I want you?”
The vampire's breath hitched at the hunter’s blunt words. That wasn't real, was it?
“Then have me.”
Without being given another second to brace herself, Sophia gasped as she suddenly had a pair of lips kissing her own. Y/N was demanding with it. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid to take it. Just like Sophia. The taste of the liquor drowned Sophia’s senses, as well as the faint scent of grass and smoke that clung to Y/N’s skin. Everything she could smell, feel, taste, and touch, were just Y/N.
Even Y/N’s hands were claiming, but never bruising. They were rough with years of training and work, callused hands telling Sophia the story of Y/N’s life. Each rough scar on the hunter’s face that Sophia could feel as she cupped it also told its own tale, from being slightly nicked by a blacksmith for being ‘disrespectful’, to being clawed at by some wild animal who no doubt lost that fight.
The hunter was hyper-focused on the kiss. The way Sophia's lips molded against her hungrily, eager to take. Just as eager as she was. Soft, smacking noises came from their lips, ringing out through the silent cabin, along with the occasional hum that left either woman.
Some moments into their kiss, the soft tip-taps of the beginnings of rain could be heard, water droplets hitting the brick roof of the cabin while cold wind howled and blew through the cracks of the stones that made the cabin. Soon, the soft tip-taps of rain became a raging storm, forcing Y/N to pull away with a low curse leaving her lips.
“Damn it. The newbies are going to scatter and look for me,” she muttered, offering Sophia an apologetic gaze before gently pushing her off her lap. “I must go. But best believe this isn't the last time we'll be doing that.”
Sophia watched as Y/N left, a small, almost imperceptible smirk gracing her lips. “I don't doubt it, hunter.”
——
The next night, Sophia awaited Y/N’s arrival at the cabin with a bottle of her favorite cherry wine. She watched the old clock tick by. Minute after minute. And yet Y/N was nowhere to be seen, when she never skipped patrolling, so Sophia did something she probably shouldn't have.
She donned a cloak and went to town.
It was easy enough. She blended in and the townsfolk always thought vampires like her were paper white and antisocial. The stereotypes never failed to either amuse or annoy her.
She could hear music as she got closer to the town square, and alas, there everyone was. Having a cute little party. Dancing and jiving around as if they weren't sheep in the presence of a predator. Sophia had to control her urges as she weaved through the crowd to find Y/N. Even as her fangs itched to come out, she resisted the instinct to pounce.
But when she found who she was looking for? She could have sworn she almost lost it. Jealousy boiled low in the pit of her stomach. Yes, jealousy, not envy, because she believed she had Y/N. Jealousy was guarding something you had. Envy was wishing you had something you didn't. And what Sophia felt as she saw Y/N with her arms around Lara, dancing the night away with stupid grins on their faces… had Sophia been a human, her face would be beet red by now with fury. It took everything in her not to tear the pair apart.
“She doesn't deserve you,” Sophia whispered to herself, as if it was a spell that would suddenly just tear Lara away from Y/N. From her Y/N.
“No one comes between me and my possessions, darling… she'll fade away soon enough.”
With those words uttered under her breath, Sophia turned and left, disappearing into the recluse of the thick greenery of the forest, like a storm waiting to make its landfall.
——
The sounds of several different footsteps littered across the forest once more the next night. Y/N’s crew was on patrol. And when they all parted ways to look into different parts of the forest? Sophia moved as well, her plan to dispatch set in motion.
She stalked Lara through the thickness of the trees, blending in with every shadow, the sounds of her footsteps aligned with Lara’s just to keep as low profile as possible. The trees provided for great visual distractions, and the fog was just the cherry on top. It definitely helped that Lara was wandering into the foggiest part of the woods.
Waiting for the right moment to pounce almost became unbearable for Sophia until she saw it; an in. Lara was looking around for the source of a sound. It was probably some deer, judging from how light the footsteps were against the forest floor made with moist soil and fallen leaves. As soon as Lara had her back turned, Sophia pounced, clawing at her eyes before pulling her to the ground.
Lara put up a good fight, scratching and nicking Sophia a few times, but of course, ultimately, Sophia and her anger overpowered the most skilled hunter in Y/N’s crew, aside from Y/N. She hadn't even been using her full strength. This was just her anger that burst, like a small spark that was then doused with gasoline and just exploded.
The hunter took out a dagger and stabbed Sophia's thigh. It caused a great deal of pain, but nothing the vampire's rage-induced adrenaline couldn't handle. Plus, the dagger wasn't even made out of silver so it wasn't going to do any lasting damage.
Sophia leaned down and bit a huge chunk out of Lara's neck, right where the carotid was. When she pulled away, blood gushed out, but Sophia didn't drink it. Actually, she spat the flesh out in disgust, almost repulsion, cleaning her fangs with her tongue as she watched Lara bleed out.
“Serves you right for getting between me and my Y/N.” Sophia spat the last of the blood out, eyes glinting with annoyance as she listened to Lara’s gasps as if they were an inconvenience.
“You'll never get to Y/N. Scum,” Lara managed to mutter out breathlessly before she passed out from blood loss.
Meanwhile, Sophia? Sophia just stood there with the nastiest smirk on her face, as if she knew something already that Lara didn't, and would never know. She already had Y/N in the palm of her hand. All she had to do… was close it.
She stayed there, watching the hunter bleed out, even as it began to rain heavily. That meant that the hunters would be ending their rounds early, and that they'd be looking for Lara. Good. She wanted them to see what she had done. She wanted them to see what happens when her territory is encroached upon.
—
When Y/N found Lara's body, she was distraught and absolutely livid.
“Scour the fucking forest. Find the fanged scum! I'll burn these trees down if I have to!” She barked orders at her crew who had never seen her this enraged. All of them shook in their boots, not just from how cold the rain was, but from how horrifying Y/N could be when angry.
The only ones who were able to stay calm were Megan and Yoonchae. They had to. Someone had to be levelheaded when Y/N was this pissed.
“Y/N, we need to get back to town, it's bucketing down out here!” Megan pointed out, holding Y/N back. “Your anger won't fix anything, pick her body up and let's return to town.”
Y/N was about to snap once more, but Yoonchae shook her head, and Y/N looked down at Lara's corpse, swallowing thickly before nodding solemnly.
She carried her departed friend back to town as the forest began to get muddier. There, the town’s undertaker took the body to prepare it for burial. Y/N refused a funeral. She didn't want the younger woman being seen by the town like that. Ravaged. Weak. She wanted the town to remember Lara as the strong one, the fierce one. The only flame to match Y/N’s heat.
—
Meanwhile, in the Laforteza castle, Daniela and Manon were losing their shit after finding out what Sophia had done.
“YOU WHAT?!” Daniela's voice could have probably been heard in town. “Let me get this straight, Sophia. You killed Y/N’s right hand woman? Are you out of your goddamn mind?! What do you think she'll do? Fall in love with you?!”
Manon was in agreement, but she was in so much shock that she was speechless. Yes, speechless. For the first time in her life, Manon had nothing to say, because since when was Sophia this fucking stupid?
“Okay, let's take some deep breaths, Daniela,” she finally spoke, squeezing Daniela's shoulder before she burst. “Sophia… we feared this would happen. It's that damn cabin, it's the spell you made me do, it made you sick when it was only supposed to target Y/N.”
“I told you both to trust me. I've cast my line. I will reel her in. I have a plan, and it won't fail. Don't worry. I'll leave the cabin alone. It's done its job. Y/N will come find me when she's ready,” Sophia said casually as if this was a normal occurrence. As if she wasn't putting herself and her family— no, her whole clan in danger by enraging the only hunter that could kill her.
——
Y/N’s condition had gotten worse since Lara's death. She kept going back to the cabin for a few days in a row, until she couldn't anymore from how sick she's been getting. A nasty cold, horrible fever, chills all over, and yet she wanted to go back even if she had to crawl.
Megan and Yoonchae almost contemplated tying her down to her bed to prevent her from leaving, but thankfully, lately, Y/N’s been too sick to even think about anything else other than napping.
It took her three whole weeks to recover, and when she did, she was right back on track, thinking about why she wasn't seeing the caregiver of the cabin anymore.
And since she was a stubborn son of a bitch, she went back to the cabin as soon as she got better. Despite Megan and Yoonchae trying to stop her, Y/N actually went. Alone. Megan honestly had no idea if Y/N was stupid, just stubborn, or actively trying to get herself killed. Either way, she didn't think any good would come out of this weird obsession the head hunter had with that cabin.
Y/N only had one molotov, a gas lantern, and a dagger with her. Severely unprepared? Maybe. Well, she was only expecting to see one person, after all.
Sometimes, though… expectations fail you. They certainly failed Y/N this time when she heard boisterous laughter coming from the cabin. There were lights and there were clearly a ton of people there.
The instincts of the hunter kicked in this time. She took the bottle of high-proof alcohol out of her satchel and used the fire in her lantern to light it. She then looked down and kissed the crucifix on her silver necklace before tucking it back under her tunic and throwing the molotov into an open window.
Flames began to spread, burning through the light materials in the cabin. About twenty of the fanged fiends came running out of the structure like a hundred clowns leaving a small clown car. They all scattered, and Y/N just watched. They weren't the ones that she wanted. She knew she had who she wanted left in what was left of the cabin.
Y/N could hear her heart pounding in her ears with each step that she took towards the ruined shack, her blood rushing to her head as she took her dagger out of its scabbard. This was it. They had to face the music now, this was bound to happen and they were always bound to come to blows.
“Y/N! I thought you were still under the weather. Any good reason why you disturbed my family dinner?”
Y/N was no better than a dog who saw a bone when Sophia came prancing out, wearing a black dress with a slit on the leg, just going high enough to make the hunter feel no better than a man ogling a harlot unpaid.
“Just thought I'd come and see the thing that killed my right hand woman.”
It was like Y/N could still feel the fresh pain from that night, like a part of her was cut out and ripped away. It was the kind of pain that made her question if there was indeed a Creator. Because if so… He needed to apologize to her. All the losses she's suffered, all the pain she's felt. Y/N wanted retribution.
Sophia faked a pout, her eyes trailing from Y/N’s angered visage towards the shiny blade in her hand. Of course, she expected a struggle. The sweetest fruit always did have the hardest trees to climb. The toughest skins to peel.
But every defense has a weak point. Sophia could see the weariness in the hunter’s eyes, as well as how pale she still looked, and how she shivered, presumably from her cold sweat. Y/N was still unwell and there was no doubt about it. This would be easy.
“You think you're the only one that can kill, Y/N? You think that because you're protecting your town, it excuses you? You've killed countless members of my family. And now I'm the villain?”
Sophia was then suddenly on Y/N, swiping at her face, but the hunter’s arm blocked it right on time. She didn't expect it to be easy, of course. She expected that there would be a challenge, as one would from a person who's been raised for bloodshed, but not this much, when Y/N’s just recovering from being sick.
The hunter just continued to impress and surprise Sophia. Maybe annoy a little, but that annoyance was overtaken by the sheer obsession that Sophia had garnered for Y/N with each interaction that they've had.
The dagger pushed up from Y/N’s hand, its cool metal and sharp edge pressing against Sophia's throat as the pair struggled. Then, instead of pushing, Sophia knocked it out of Y/N’s grip with a scratch, but that caused her to be throttled off of the taller woman.
Y/N scrambled to grab the dagger while Sophia just got up and dusted herself.
“You and I, we're the same, Y/N. Two sides of the same coin spent every night. You, by your townspeople, and I, by my family. Even if you refuse to believe it, the blood in our hands… and mouths, prove it. We both kill, Y/N.”
Eyes locked on the hunter as she approached her prone figure, she hummed before kicking Y/N right in the jaw, knocking her out.
“Great… now I'll have to drag you back to the castle.”
—
Y/N woke up in a cold, cold room. She could feel plush velvet on her back and silk gently touching the back of her head, so she deduced she was lying on some comfortable bed. And yet her hands were chained. For some reason, her tunic was off, too. The last thing she could remember was…
“Oh, great! You're awake.”
Y/N watched groggily as Sophia walked in. She felt like she drank through a cask of liquor all by herself. Every attempt to move her head ended with dizziness that made it seem like she was just sucked into a tornado and spun about a million times.
“Cheer up a little, lover. You have what you're looking for, don't you? You wanted to see me when you came to that cabin. You just weren't expecting me to have company.”
Sophia placed herself next to Y/N on the bed, tracing the hunter’s jawline delicately with her fingertips. Then every strong muscle on her body. Those arms, that stomach, those thighs. Y/N was an artwork made flesh.
“Why haven't you killed me yet?” Y/N asked, glaring at Sophia as sharply as she could while she was still weak.
“I have an offer to make.”
Sophia looked at Y/N, watching for any sparks of interest as she talked about her offer.
“I can turn you. And in turn… you hunt down rival clans and leave mine alone. And I'll leave your town alone. See? No one terrorizes anyone else. Less vampires, less problems. And you won't have to worry about my clan. Because as I promised, I'd leave your town alone.”
Y/N had to admit that it could be a good sacrifice. A nice trade. But becoming the very thing she's despised and hunted for all of her life? Was it really worth it? For the town, yes. For her existential ideologies… perhaps not.
That's when it dawned on her that Sophia was right. They were two sides of the same coin these people spent.
“And that's all I get out of killing your rivals? You'll leave my town alone? A rather weak bargain, don't you think?”
Sophia expected that question, and so she had an answer ready. One that she most certainly wanted to get out of the exchange as well.
“You become mine. For eternity. A part of my clan. As my lover. You'll be protected and accepted, no questions asked.”
Y/N had to ask ‘what’, as a double take. Because did she hear that right? Being Sophia's lover for eternity?
“Is that how low you think of me? That I'd give you this trade for a chance to be your lover?” She hissed.
Sophia laughed softly, biting her lip. “You knew who I was even before today, Y/N. And yet you didn't come to kill me. You knew who I was after I kissed you.”
Y/N couldn't deny that because it was the truth. She did know, because she felt the accidental slight prick of Sophia's fang as they kissed, and yet she didn't do anything because deep inside, she did want Sophia.
“And you think that's enough for me to sacrifice my humanity? You're sorely mistaken.”
“Am I?”
“You're only a woman. Tons more of you out there.”
“Oh, Y/N. You break my heart.”
“You don't have a heart.”
Sophia placed herself atop Y/N, and leaned in to whisper. “I do. It's black and it beats for you.”
Her lips hovered over Y/N’s, her breath eerily cold over Y/N’s warmth. Like snow steaming up from a campfire. And when her lips pressed against the hunter’s pulse point, it made Y/N shiver. Sophia's lips were so cold and yet so alive and capable of sending jolts of lust through her.
“Give it up, Y/N. Being human has only brought you exhaustion. This way, you get to be the hero, still… but without all the complexities and pain of being human,” she murmured, her voice sending vibrations through Y/N’s skin, tracing her fang over the thin skin where she could feel Y/N’s pulse quickening.
The hitch in Y/N’s breathing brought Sophia greater pleasure than she ever thought that kind of thing would. What sealed the deal, though, was when Y/N agreed.
“Go on, then, turn me. Take my humanity away.”
Sophia grinned, flashing those sharp canines. “How perfect. Look at you. You were out to kill someone when you went out. Complete with the silver dagger and the crucifix and even…”
She took a hold of Y/N’s jaw, making her open her mouth. “... these. Silver. In your teeth. You don't even know how much the sight of these turns me on. I'll have new ones made for you after you turn, darling. Prettier ones. More expensive. Sterling silver, thick enough to kill with one bite.”
Then, she pushed Y/N’s head to the side.
“This'll sting a bit.”
She leaned down and sank her fangs into the side of the hunter’s neck, releasing her venom, but also unable to stop herself from tasting Y/N’s blood for the first and the last time. Just as Sophia expected… Y/N tasted sweet. Like cherry wine. But not being able to ever taste her again was the sacrifice she was willing to make in exchange for having her for eternity.
Upon pulling away, she licked her lips free of the remnants of the sweet lifeblood that lingered upon it. Shame that she had to give this taste up. She watched in interest as Y/N writhed underneath her in pain.
Death and humanity warred within the vessel of Y/N’s body as Sophia’s venom spread through her veins. That pain was her humanity being pulled away, her body being killed to make way for a new kind of life. Her heart began to beat what felt like a hundred beats a minute, as if adrenaline was injected right into the circulatory muscle, and then, it stopped.
Y/N died. She was dead. For a few seconds or so, that was. Until she gasped out with renewed life, her eyes opening widely, irises red, her sclera black for a few moments before it drained back to white.
“Settle down, my love,” Sophia murmured, comforting Y/N. She knew it could be overwhelming to turn, she'd seen a lot of converts in her life. This time, though, the difference was that this sparked a lustful flame within her. Unknowingly, she'd been rolling her hips against Y/N.
“There you go. All new. Still my Y/N,” she mumbled with a proud smirk, crashing her lips against Y/N’s in excitement.
Y/N returned the gesture, still a little overwhelmed and confused. “You took my essence away, I should despise you for this,” she whispered against Sophia's lips, but a groan was ripped from her own as her lover’s hips moved down against her quickly hardening cock.
“You say you think you should fucking hate me and yet your cock is hard like a boulder. You need to learn how to lie better. Or at least learn how not to get hard from a person you should despise,” Sophia replied breathlessly with a smirk, hiking her dress up to be able to grind against Y/N with less obstructions.
Y/N struggled against the chains that bound her hands, but then she broke them with her newfound strength, making Sophia gasp and grin with pride.
“That's it. Show me your new strength.”
The hunter’s touch had a cool burn like ice against fevered skin as her callused hands pushed Sophia's dress up before ripping it off in one pull, ripping out a surprised and scandalized gasp from Sophia's throat as her body was exposed to the cool air in her chambers.
“No undergarments? Was seduction a part of your plan in the first place? A last resort if nothing else worked?”
She leaned in and captured one of Sophia’s stiff nipples into her mouth, the skin cool against her cold tongue. The similarities in their temperature brought Y/N some comfort, lessening her slight fear about being a fiend like Sophia.
The broken dress was discarded to the side, long forgotten as the mistress of the castle arched into the hunter's mouth, chasing the wet touch of her tongue. Sophia hissed and moaned as the crucifix on Y/N’s necklace pressed against the middle of her abdomen. It was a nice burn, though. She assumed crucifixes and silver didn't affect converts like they did natural born vampires. That was good. It meant that her weapon, her lover, was almost invincible.
She couldn't help but tilt Y/N’s head up to kiss her again, pushing her tongue into the hunter’s mouth, moaning at the pleasant burn that the silver attachments in Y/N’s teeth brought her every time her tongue glided against them.
Y/N wrapped her arm around Sophia, letting out a quiet hum as she lifted her hips, letting Sophia pull her trousers off, granting the pair full skin-to-skin contact. Despite their cold blood, the room felt like it was scorching hot, like their cold touches cancelled each other out and sparked flames that consumed them with its heat.
“Look at you. All shameless, grinding against my dick. Is this really the strong leader of the Laforteza clan?” Y/N had a cocky smirk on her face as she ripped the crucifix necklace off of herself, touching Sophia's chest with the charm. She watched in delight as the leader hissed and yet chased the burn.
She pressed a soft kiss on the burn to soothe it before repeating it over and over, some presses lasting longer than the others, causing more intense burns, but Y/N kissed them all better. This was just her way of leaving her mark on Sophia.
In the process, Sophia had gotten so drenched, her cunt dripping all over Y/N’s cock underneath her.
“Pain did this to you? Had you dripping like a damn waterfall, huh?” Y/N reached down and lazily circled Sophia's clit, as if she knew where this was going to end anyway. She played the vampire's body like a stringed instrument she'd been taking lessons for, pulling out melodious whimpers from Sophia's lips, especially as she dipped two fingers into her soaked entrance.
Each pump of Y/N’s fingers built pleasurable pressure in Sophia’s guts, her body arched into the hunter as Y/N’s lips explored her upper body, mapping out every part that made the vampire shudder and squirm.
Y/N held Sophia as she began to lean back in order to grind against Y/N’s hand at a better angle that sent the hunter's fingertips angling deeper within her wetness.
“Bite me, Y/N. Please. With the silver. Mark me. Anywhere you want,” Sophia requested, and with those hazy eyes and that gentle breathy voice, who was Y/N to deny her?
Y/N kept her pace steady with how she pumped her fingers, pushing in deep to distract Sophia as she bit into her neck with the silver jewelry in her teeth, making bite marks that burned on the pale skin there.
The searing burn sent Sophia tumbling off the cliff of bliss, her moans bouncing off the stone walls of her bedchamber as she came against Y/N’s hand. One of the great things about being a vampire was the stamina, and Sophia just had to agree with that now, especially when Y/N just laid her onto the bed with a light push like she weighed nothing.
Sophia quickly recovered and pushed Y/N right back onto the bed, holding her thighs down as she placed herself between those strong legs. “Let me get you ready,” she murmured and with no warning, took half of Y/N’s length into her mouth.
Y/N let out a groan of pleasure, her hips bucking, feeling Sophia’s fangs grazing her shaft.
It was on purpose. Sophia could retract her fangs if she wanted, but she wanted Y/N to feel that thrill, the thrill that came with the knowledge of what she had gotten herself into, who she had decided to align herself with.
Y/N bunched Sophia's hair up, watching her bob her head up and down through hooded eyes. “That's it, love. Just… oh— take it…”
Sophia hollowed her cheeks, using her hand to stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She looked up at Y/N through her lashes, watching as Y/N’s face twisted in pleasure. She looked perfect. All pliant and Sophia's.
“Sophia, I'm gonna cum. I can't… fuck— hold it anymore,” Y/N said, her hands fisting the velvet sheets. When she saw Sophia nod in confirmation as if to say she was ready to take Y/N, Y/N’s pleasure popped like an overfilled balloon, her hips canting up into her new lover’s mouth, spilling her seed in the depths guarded by those luscious lips.
Sophia only pulled away when she was sure that she had milked every drop out of Y/N’s softening cock, swallowing it all greedily. “Tastes sweeter than any lifeblood I've eaten,” she said with a toothy grin. “We're not done, Y/N. I have a need for you and that is for you to breed me.”
Y/N’s head whipped up to look at Sophia as she heard that. “You need me to breed you?” She asked, panting softly as her hands just began to relax against the soft blankets on the bed.
“Yes. That's your biggest responsibility as my lover. You'll be the other head of my family and we're expected to bear children. A new generation.”
Y/N would be lying if she said that the idea didn't immensely intrigue her and excited her tremendously. It awakened all the new instincts within her that came with being a new vampire. The instincts to breed and mate. To mark and claim.
Sophia saw that change within Y/N’s eyes, too, and it excited her. Almost immediately, she was aroused again. And so was Y/N, her cock beginning to become stiff once more with non-human stamina.
“I'll breed you, but in one condition,” Y/N suddenly said, getting up to her knees as her eyes found her silver dagger on the nightstand next to the bed. “Let me carve my name into you so that everyone knows that you're mine.”
A soft “fuck” left Sophia's lips at the idea. It didn't turn her off, no. In fact, it greatly added to her already overflowing arousal and desire for this perfect woman.
“Carve anything you want into my skin. I'm yours and you're mine, after all. ‘Til the end of our days.”
Y/N’s eyes shone with excitement as she flipped Sophia onto her stomach, grabbing the dagger with one swift motion. “I'll distract you from the pain, don't worry,” she said in a hushed tone, positioning herself behind Sophia before guiding her drooling tip towards her lover’s slick slit, slowly driving in with her hips.
Sophia gasped as Y/N filled her, feeling her blunt head nudge her sweetest spots with each slow stroke. “Oh,” she whimpered, her head falling forward onto the bed as she kept her ass up for Y/N.
“Where should I make my mark,” Y/N mumbled to herself as she traced Sophia's spine with the tip of the dagger, still slowly thrusting in and out of her.
The sensation of being filled over and over, each vein on Y/N’s shaft fitting perfectly with her wet flesh like puzzle pieces, and that precise tip hitting her G-spot were more than enough to distract Sophia as Y/N began to cut into her lower back, carving her name delicately onto the pale skin. The wound burned as soon as it was made, immortalizing Y/N’s name on the vampire's skin, along with a small heart. It was like a tramp stamp of sorts. Only… it was for Y/N’s eyes, exclusively.
“You fill me so good,” Sophia moaned as the hunter began to pick up her pace. “Can't believe I'll get to ride this for the rest of eternity. Fuck. I was right to come to that cabin… everyone kept telling me it was insane. This is worth all of it.”
Y/N leaned down and pressed her chest against Sophia's back as she kept moving her hips while kissing Sophia's shoulder. “You satisfied, hmm? You've spun the deadliest vampire hunter and made her yours. Made her a goddamn addict to this pussy, because baby… I'm gonna crave this shit everyday, and we're not stopping until I'm sure that it takes, that you'll have my kids.”
“Mmh… mmhm,” Sophia hummed in agreement, in a daze from how good this felt while moving back slightly against Y/N with each thrust. The stamina of a new convert really was no joke, and Sophia was thoroughly enjoying that fact.
Y/N smirked at the lack of verbal response from her lover. It amused her to see how easily she could bring Sophia to this state just with some pleasure. "Do you loathe this? That you're getting pathetically sloppy from being fucked by the hunter who's been working so tirelessly to end your bloodline? Fuck... and now, here I am, continuing it.”
The lewd sounds of Sophia's cunt taking Y/N whole with each thrust echoed through the room, along with the slaps of the hunter’s pelvis to the vampire's ass. Y/N would have this image burned into her brain forever.
Each drag of Y/N’s length inside her made Sophia's eyes roll back and her pussy clench in pleasure, in efforts to milk the hunter for her seed.
“I'm close… fuck.”
“Give it to me… please, Y/N. Let me be the mother of your children.”
Y/N snarled and flipped Sophia over, trapping her in a mating press. At this point, the only thing in Y/N’s head was to breed and mate. Her thrusts grew more erratic and hurried, chasing her pleasure.
“Mine… you're gonna give us such strong children, Soph. They'll be unstoppable. They'll be feared, they'll be respected. Most importantly, they'll be ours,” she whispered in Sophia's ear, pushing the vampire closer to her own orgasm.
“You're going to look so good pregnant. M’gonna take such good care of you. You wouldn't need to hunt. I'll take care of everything while you just keep yourself and our little fiend healthy.”
Y/N’s words just got Sophia into that breeding instinct as well. The vampire's legs fell open, giving Y/N more space as her hips soon picked up the pace, pounding into Sophia as her orgasm got closer.
“Shit… shit… Sophia, I'm gonna cum. Come on, my love. Take it. Take it all. Take me… fuck!”
Y/N slammed home with one last thrust before her seed painted Sophia’s insides white, that leaking head twitching against her lover's cervix and making sure to deposit each drop to give Sophia the child that she wanted while it triggered the vampire's own climax. It was a creamy, sticky mess when Y/N pulled out, but nonetheless, she kissed Sophia, her kiss sealing this deal, her promises to uphold her end of the bargain.
“You'll need for nothing ever again, Y/N,” Sophia whispered, holding Y/N’s face as if she was the most delicate thing in the world and she definitely didn't just get ruined by her.
“As will you, my love.” Y/N leaned into the touch, finally accepting that this was what was right for her.
——
Sophia snorted as she watched from the castle while Y/N tore a whole pack of vampires apart from a different part of the area.
“Serves them right for even stepping into our territory.”
Daniela and Manon both chuckled and nodded in agreement as they watched Y/N bite a chunk out of one of the vampires’ neck, seemingly enjoying the taste of their blood.
“Just be glad she finds pleasure in that and finds the blood sweet. It should be bitter like for other converts, but your hunter is unique,” Manon commented.
“She's gorgeous, isn't she?” Sophia asked rhetorically with a dreamy sigh while watching Y/N now use her dagger to slit another one's throat.
“You have a very twisted idea of what gorgeous looks like, Sophia,” Daniela remarked with an amused snicker.
Sophia bit her lip and nodded, watching with pride and desire as Y/N walked back to the castle, covered in blood. “Wouldn't want my hunter any other way.”
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synopsis: maybe....just maybe...hiding the fact that you're sleeping with your sister's sorority sister is not such a great idea.
pairing: mean sorority!daniela x loser g!p reader
tags: fluff, humor, smut, sorority!megan, jealous dani, g!p reader, oblivious reader, cunnilingus, reader is a munch!, face sitting, making out, megan...>:(, maybe more idk...
wc: 8.3k
lana del rey - west coast
(series masterlist)
the morning light brought in warmth, serene and quiet like a gentle hug on the two people laid entangled with each other. you awoke first, silently laid there, staring at daniela.
she always looked like she was thinking or plotting something, but right now?
she was so relaxed, a slight scrunch of her nose every so often. a leg twitching against yours occasionally.
free from concentrated thoughts and whatever floated through her mind. she was off in dream land, arm tossed over your torso acting as a weight to keep you close.
and you took the time to care for her. brushing her hair softly, pulling the covers up when it slipped. when she made a particularly cute face you leaned in to give a soft forehead kiss. humming a minecraft song softly while you played with her hair.
she leaned further into you, as if there was space to even cross. it did something in your stomach, knowledge that even when she wasn’t fully conscious she still reached out for you.
you let her continue to sleep, your hand lazily sliding up and down her arm. and then she started blinking, slow and drowsy, her eyes were watery. her face scrunched again, and then she started moving. pushing herself up, and staring at you.
you didn’t say a word, so she waited for you.
offered a singular quirk of the eyebrow and then the words came stumbling out of your mouth.
“dani, i want to let you know that yesterday night was quite literally the best night of my life, and that,” you stopped yourself, seeing her smirk and leaned in to drop a soft kiss on your lips. “what?”
“oh nothing, good morning to you too. but go on, tell me how great i was last night.” daniela sat herself up fully, and you did the same. in a goofier and much less controlled manner. jumping a bit in place that creaked the bed.
she let out a laugh and stopped, zeroing her gaze at a very visible red bruise on your neck.
“i flew to the fucking moon and back dani. i didn’t even know i could feel like that.” your hands were gesturing wildly, unfocused and reminiscing of the sensations all over again.
and to her she found this even more adorable, the bluntness and undertone of praise did a lot to stroke her ego. the kind that grew her pride. and she watched you, hair still a mess, little eye crusties that you haven’t bothered to wipe off.
and in this moment, dani’s learned one more thing about herself.
she loves the way you talk about sex with her, how you sound close to worship, almost begging in a way. the ways you talked about it with so much passion, like how you would drone on about your games.
“hm, keep talking.” dani’s eyes kept staring at the hickey on your neck, so visible and deep in color. she figured it would take days to fade away.
good, if she could spot it, so could those girls at the gym.
“not to be crude but like i’ve touched myself before and it’s different with you. like wayyyy better…i mean …sorry, did it feel good for you too?”
dani’s snapped out of her lust. the sudden question makes her lift her eyes to sense your worried gaze. a deep blush across your cheeks, hands rubbing each other in a rhythmic place, and then leaning closer. awaiting her answer and she stopped her growing pride.
“yes…it was good for me too.” daniela whispered, like it was a confession for just you two. huddled together as if you were sharing candy under the covers. she watched you nod, still playing with your hands. “you did good for your first time so don’t worry too much, casanova.”
daniela tried brushing it off, the kind of question that raised another question.
when was the last time someone asked if she felt good during sex?
“well i care.” you deadpanned.
hands stilling in your lap. and you stared at her, the kind that broke something deep within her, cracking a feeling she kept hidden under her ribs, like you were picking at her scabbed over scars.
“i care that you feel good too. and i know i’m not good at this, so i want to do better.” you answered honestly and daniela looked away. eyes instead focusing on the vase filled with flowers that you bought for her.
“you’re not bad at…this,” daniela gestured between you two, still unable to look at you. you scooted closer, brushing your knee against hers. a curious glance over at the flowers that she’s been stuck on.
“you’re new, but that doesn’t mean you’re bad. so don’t go thinking dumb things.” daniela offered, a slight choke in her voice. and then you really leaned in, placing a hand on her jaw and redirecting her gaze to you. and you let out a gasp, eyes worried when you see the watery eyes.
“dani?” you ask. trying to get her to look at you proved difficult. her gaze is lowered, confusion and panic spreading in your chest. you don’t even know what you’ve been talking about. “talk to me?”
after a long minute she unclenched her fist.
“fuck, sorry.” she lets out, and she wipes away the watery tears. sniffling and clearing her throat.
“hey, what? what’s wrong?” you pull her in for a hug. her head finding a comfortable place to rest against your shoulder.
and she stills, slow breaths as she tries calming down. the air felt warmer, making daniela drowsy, maybe that’s where her vulnerability was coming from.
she stared at the door, the silver doorknob with a fading color. and how your faded shirt is hanging off the hamper next to the dresser.
then daniela leaned back, pulling from the hug and stared at you once more. a face that’s weaved its way into her mind and dreams.
the same face that she tried so hard not to lose her sanity over. the face she used to quell the loud thoughts in her mind.
“did i say something i shouldn’t have?” you speak slowly, letting her absorb your question.
“yes.” you immediately feel dejected, “don’t say that you’re not good at this. because it’s not true.”
daniela stopped your spiral, trying not to be upset herself. she doesn’t understand why you sound so sad and why she’s upset.
the idea of you letting her down isn’t one that she’s familiar with, so she doesn’t understand why you talk so low of yourself. or where this self doubt came from.
“it’s just,” you looked down, back to fiddling with your hands and daniela stopped you. sliding her hand in between yours, intertwining the fingers, and you hold her there. “i did a lot of research…” you mumbled the last bit, ears and cheeks turning pink once more.
“you did research?” daniela asks, tilting her head at you, confused where this was going.
“yeah, online forums, some uh videos, you know…i wanted to be good.” you explained, a slight worry in your voice. “i wanted to be good for you, when the time came.”
“what? you read up on how to fuck someone?” you grew even more embarrassed at the crass tone, but clearly it's true.
“something like that. i even read an anatomy textbook.” you played with her nails, letting it drag against your palm gently. and daniela laughs, like full chest and body laugh, letting her head fall back as loud boisterous laughs escape her system. clearly amused at this information.
she can already imagine you, huddled in a corner of the campus library, trying to read over the female anatomy section while keeping a lookout for anyone that was passing. like you were hiding candy underneath your bed.
“wait, so you?” and then she doubled over, tears in her eyes for a clearly different reason.
“dani, please…” you tried pulling your hand away, but she kept you close, not letting you retreat. “it’s embarrassing.”
but daniela kept laughing, wiping away a singular tear. then slowing down when she noticed how quiet you get. her eyes growing soft and warm, delighted to see how shy you were now, as if your neck didn’t display exactly how happy she was with you.
“cariño, this isn’t embarrassing. this is, like, very romantic.” daniela softly said to you and you stopped wallowing. eyes finding hers again. granted if she heard this from anyone else she probably would’ve laughed in their face. but the idea of you being so earnest in wanting to please her made her heart soar.
“you sure?” you ask and it’s like daniela can’t get enough of you. deep within she wants to soothe that part of you that’s swirling in self doubt. even if you didn’t mention it, just the actions from last night proved everything. a slight hesitation between movements or how hard you were trying even when you looked ready to pass out.
fuck, she was a sucker for you.
“i promise, cariño.” daniela said proudly and she watched you relax, your face replaced with a warm smile.
“you’ll tell me if i’m doing something wrong right?” you asked.
“you know i do,” daniela rolled her eyes, but inside she was mush, “now tell me, what exactly were you researching?”
“no, i’m not telling you.” you crossed your arms, turning away from her.
“no? why not?” daniela pushed you back, taking her time to climb on top of you, hearing you let out a gasp at the sudden contact of hitting the bed.
she leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips, immediately your hands reached out to hold her. “clearly whatever you were researching was good, why don’t you tell me?”
“no.” you let her continue to smother you in kisses. trying her best to coax the answer out of you but reality is you were embarrassed by answering.
then she leaned back, still hovering but waiting. you eventually caved in, hands covering your face as you groaned.
“i find it endearing that you spent so much time researching how to please me.” daniela egged you on, “you’re such a dork.” she continued, and you scoffed, letting her continue to find amusement from this.
in her mind, daniela can’t think of a single reason for you to be so shy. it’s cute and sweet that you care. she can’t say she’s ever felt so considered. how you make time for her, instead of brushing her off when you’re busy. how you patiently taught her how to play minecraft even when daniela’s already ready to throw her laptop out the window.
she could get used to this, and she hopes you feel the same.
then she leaned in again, a sudden thought popping up in her mind.
“you remember how you promised me three orgasms?” daniela commented, dropping an octave as she watched you squirm a bit. unsure of where this conversation was headed. then you nodded, ready for whatever she was going to throw at you. “well, last night you only gave me two, what do you think about making it up to me?”
“right now?” you asked, already feeling yourself grow conscious of your body, and how close daniela was sitting up against your crotch.
“yeah, right now, show me what you learned.”
you took a deep breath, nodding again as she lifted up off of you. leaning back on your pillow, a slight smirk playing as she waited for you. you stuttered a bit in your movements, suddenly growing self aware that you had no idea what you wanted to do. hands landing on her waist and then she laughed.
“relax baby, it’s not a test, just…do what you did last night.” she grinned at you, feeling your hands relax on her, letting that tension settle and then pulling her close enough for a smothering kiss. the kind that left her breathless and gripping your shirt to tether herself to this world.
daniela knew she was done for, how eager you were to kiss her. long kisses that had her grinding herself onto you, a delicious pressure hitting her clothed center. you let her continue to rut against your crotch. feeling hot and bothered by her touch, you reached under her shirt to run your hands over her lower back. enjoying how she kept curling herself into you, a soft moan escaping her when you pushed your hips forward.
and then she pulled back, a fire brewing in her gaze. her landing on her back. but she looked ready to devour you, and you’d let her, in whatever form that came in. you scrambled after her, hands itching to land back on her body. and with a slight nudge of the head you eagerly tugged off her pants. leaving her bare, a gorgeous sight under the morning light.
if she had to compare, it was like seeing your eyes grow comically large. she swept her hair back, breathing heavy as she watched you lower yourself. her hand rested on your head, nodding and egging you forward. and then you immediately dived into her center.
a hunger that’s been tearing through you since last night. you remember it, the way she pulled you away from her, still desperate to eat her out until cries left her throat and the feeling of her release on your tongue. you felt that familiar urge again, pushing her hips open. a curled smile as you went right back to licking her.
her moans floated into the space again, a hand landing on her tit, squeezing herself while still admiring your efforts. each lick and lap of pressure pushing her brain back into her throes of pleasure. a grounding reminder that you used whatever source material to manifest this delicious pressure against her clit and the coil of her stomach starting again.
she gripped your hair tighter as you pried her further apart, taking a second to admire how her clit was already perked at the attention. and then you left a singular kiss on the peak, the kind that was soft enough to be known it was there but not enough that she would be content. and she let out a rough grunt, your head lifting up at the sound.
“did your forums teach you to be a tease?” she barked out. the loss of pressure against her clit clearly making her patience wear thin. she didn’t appreciate how you looked so smug. “or are you getting on my nerves on purpose?”
if there was one thing you learned online was that people like daniela secretly liked people with fire, especially in bed. the kind that will have her stuttering and begging for more, underneath all that bravado and sharp tongue was a need for someone to show them their match. with a sudden newfound confidence, you enacted the first step to your plan.
you pushed her back, trapping her underneath you. her body flushed against the bed, hair laid out beautifully on your covers. she stopped talking, confusion and shock replacing her earlier fiery state. in its place was anticipating, you smiled sweetly. dipping towards her to give her kisses, she took them greedily, happy to get any attention right now, her body still ached for more. but right in this moment, having you so close was keeping her above water.
“amor, tell me where you need me.” you spoke gently, hands roaming as she looked at you. her hands were searching, locating anything that would relieve the pressure inside of her.
“here?” you pressed lightly onto her nipple, using your hand to grab her boobs, round and pretty.
daniela doesn’t say anything, but her eyes hone in on where you’re applying pressure.
“here?” you tilt her jaw a bit, kissing underneath her jaw, wet kisses that made her speechless, but she still had yet to say a word. confused by this sudden low voice and confidence, like someone else took over you.
“or maybe here?” you moved your hands down, pressure right at the peak, pressing into the stiff clit. wetness coating your finger. she stared like she was caught.
“i-” then you took the finger, the same one coated with her, scent heavy and sucked it into your mouth. the slight tang landing onto your tongue, a slight twitch in your pants.
she stared.
as if looking away would set you on fire. but you didn’t stray either, delighted that she was reacting more than you were expecting. she grabbed your wrist, pulling it towards her. and then you tumbled forward. landing on top of her, you quickly pulled your finger out your mouth.
“it seems you forget that i’m in control here.” she gritted out, still incredibly aroused from your defiant act. her eyes nearly rolled up when she saw you dip the finger into your tongue. “roll over. now.”
and you did, delight spreading in your body, feeling the buzz of excitement coursing through you. like fire she sought to burn, lying yourself flat on your back, and then she sat herself forward, legs surrounding your head and holding onto the wall to sink herself onto your face.
you gave in, letting her hold your head as she dropped down. immediately going back to kissing her and licking her clit.
“keep doing that, shit.” she was drowning in your movements. hands holding her ass as you ate her out. small licks and then she gripped your hair tighter. thighs growing tense as she felt the build up again. she could feel herself getting close.
“close, shit, keep going.” she begged, trying to keep her moans quiet but it wasn’t helping. she was losing her grip and her arm was shaking from gripping your hair so tightly.
“fuck, fuck, fuck.” the words tumbling out of her mouth as she came, hard and fast, wetness coating your mouth as you continued to suckle and lick her. her legs trembling over your face and then her head dropped.
buzzing in her ears as she came all over you, arms trembling as she tried to not crush you with her weight. her hand gripping to your hair was loosening but her body still felt taut. your eyes never left her face, admiring the angle of her head and her inability to stay still. the wetness dripping from your mouth.
oh you could die like this.
the slight tang taste of her only spurred you on, wanting more and more. her eyes were screwed shut but you were still lapping at her clit, desperate for this sensation to never end. she was gorgeous like this, and you were proud to keep her in this state of euphoria.
she twitched a bit, full bodied and then hunched over. still reeling from the orgasm until she pulled herself off.
“‘s too much.” she groaned, too spent from having you eat her out from below. her body spasming from the aftershocks. your mouth wet and eyes glossy, nearly pussy drunk and begging to go back down on her.
“give me a second.” she cooed, seeing how your eyes were unable to look away from her pussy. like you were hypnotized with one singular command.
daniela laughed when she saw you continuing to stare. your hair was a mess, your shirt was half off your shoulder and there was a prominent tent in your pants. mouth open as you were ready to eat her out again.
she gave it two more minutes before you got antsy and ate her out one more time, your jaw aching by the end of it. she walked to class that morning with a pep in her step and memories of you.
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you stood there like a lost child, both hands holding a giant cardboard box filled with craft materials that could last a whole summer camp filled with excited children. but instead you stood on the open field just outside of the science building. every fraternity and sorority had their own stall. to promote newly admitted students to rush their organization.
which led to now, spotting an enthusiastic megan waving her arm wildly at you. and then you began walking over, using your knee to adjust the box before it fell. sweat started to fall from your hairline and once you got to the table you dropped the heavy box. giving a heavy huff and an annoyed glare at your sister.
you didn’t give a damn about sorority events, or care to help her out, but really you were here for the incentives.
megan said something along the lines of a “$25 steam gift card and pizza from that one place on boulevard.” and you reluctantly agreed to help set up for the event. she gave you a huge smack on the back of your head when she ran off.
kappa zeta was one of, if not the biggest sororities here at KU. and you began to realize how annoying this day would be. not only did you have to hammer their large sign on a pole, you also had to hand out fliers to unsuspecting freshmen, all hopeful to get a connection into one of these orgs.
rather than being able to use your free afternoon to catch up on exam prep or even play a chill game back at your dorm, you stood in front of the kappa zeta table with a hammer and several nails, ready to tack the giant delta and tau wooden symbol onto a large board.
“looking good, thanks for all your help!” megan complimented earnestly, and if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve been hogging mom’s car you would’ve ditched this event altogether.
“i still get my gift card and pizza, right?” you deadpanned. awaiting an answer before continuing the labor over their large board.
“of course! also, you get the title of being my favorite sister!” megan cheered. and you rolled your eyes, giving her a look that had her reel back.
“i’m the only sister you have, doofus.”
and then she waved you off, already back to her duties as she animatedly talked about the limited spots open for the year to a much too curious student.
the field was very open, many stalls already having the initial trickle of passing students. some frats had either their new recruit in a ugly costume, parading around their frat logo. or one of the hotter boys near shirtless to entice the ladies. then it hit you how packed this event would be. later there would be a tug-of-war and three legged race contest. none of which you wanted to attend. hearing screaming people shout loudly at each other was not your form of entertainment.
the idea of being surrounded by hundreds of students all packed in this field made you worried. a slight itch at the back of your head but you tried to keep your mind off it. there was ultimately a new game to be bought off your wishlist. or the idea of curling up in bed with piping hot pizza and a two liter coke that was paid for was too enticing.
you were rummaging through the giant cardboard box, trying to find anything that would decorate this sad wooden board into something more lively. and then you found some fake leaves, taping them around the letters to look even prettier.
that’s when some of the sorority sisters approached the table. you spotted lara and manon out of your peripheral, happily chatting to sophia who was giving directions like she was running the navy. manon gave you an excited wave to which you nervously waved back, and checked behind you to make sure she wasn’t waving to someone else.
“listen here!” megan stood up on a wobbly chair, almost teetering over before stabilizing herself once more. “okay! did not fall at all there…today, my sister is an honorary member, uhhh until 8pm, which is when this event ends. she’s going to help us distribute fliers and also join us for the competitions later.”
you heard a couple girls give loud whoops and nodded your head sheepishly, and then sophia handed you a kappa zeta pin. you clipped it onto your shirt and returned back to your labor.
then sophia spoke up, her words catching your ear.
“where’s dani? she said she’d be here ten minutes ago.” sophia began rapidly texting on her phone, you pretended not to hear it, you already knew where she was. staying after to talk to her professor about internship opportunities and career advice.
“maybe she got caught up with studying?” lara offered. taking out a large poster board to display the core values of kappa zeta’s sorority. you listened in, still very much handling decorations when you heard quick footsteps and the quick apologies from your very own daniela.
“sorry i’m late! i had to talk to my professor about something. where are we at?” daniela set her bookbag down, taking a quick glance at you before focusing her attention on the rest of the girls.
“well, you’re stuck on decorating duty for being late.” sophia gestured towards you, marking things off her clipboard. without another word, daniela walked up beside you, relaxing when she saw the small smile on your face.
“hey, need a hand?” she offered quietly, watching your deft handiwork as you taped more leaves to the pole. you looked back, megan was doubled over listening to manon’s joke. to which you returned back, giving her a slight wink and she rolled her eyes, very enamored underneath.
“that would be much appreciated miss avanzini.” you giggled to yourself, amused by your own joke. daniela on the other hand did not, and ignored you. digging through the decoration box and grabbing some paint and a brush.
“miss avanzini, really?” she began paining over the delta letter, soft brush strokes to fill out the wooden base.
“would you prefer i call you something else?” you gave a polite bow. daniela thought about it, letting her mind float into funny witty responses, or maybe an answer that would render you speechless. and while you mused over your little joke, applying more paint and giving even strokes to the wooden letter. daniela leaned in, hand cupping her mouth and you felt a slight tingle starting at the top of your spine. her breath soft with an exhale, and her eyes glancing over to the booth. all the girls were too busy with their stations to pay attention.
“call me mami.” daniela said it low, in that velvety tone that had your mind running through memories. definitely not pg rated thoughts, and you immediately flushed. she leaned back, picking up another brush to help you paint. but inside of you was a storm of emotions, running from shock to slightly worked up. daniela laughed at you, watching your brain stuck in freeze mode, hand still reached out to apply more paint but you weren’t moving. then she wiped some paint on your arm, making you jump out of your skin.
“you’re not seriously turned on right now?” daniela joked. seeing you snap back to reality. you turned to her, nodding enthusiastically.
oh?
daniela shelved the idea for later, watching you go quiet and back to fixing up the paint job that you started. her eyes dropping, noticing how your legs kept shifting on the grass. left foot tapping a bit, then you adjusted yourself quietly. daniela watched all of it unfold, an undercurrent of her own arousal running through her core. you stayed silent, working diligently to finish up the decorations. and daniela kept eyeing you, keeping a close eye on some girls that were slowly walking across behind the booth. hushed whispers and checking their phones to you.
if this wasn’t a public space, daniela would’ve already given some very kind words to these onlookers. one that kept pointing at you, and the other giggling quietly. but to daniela it sounded like nails on a chalk board. and she gave a silent glare, the kind that would send even the most aggressive dog running with their tail tucked.
another hour passed with you and daniela splitting up to hand out fliers about kappa zeta’s long history of sisterhood. something along the lines of soft is strong, you kept repeating it like a mantra to these confused freshmen. one of them took a liking to your minecraft and before dani could stomp over and give her signature glare, the girl slowly backed away when you were explaining the beauty of redstone.
a sudden loud voice rang through the fields. a large megaphone echoing one of the frat president’s voice.
“hello everyone! thank you all for attending, we have an amazing turnout today. i just wanted to remind you all that the three legged race is in ten minutes. we need a team from each fraternity and sorority here today! best of luck!”
and then the guy got off the platform. a couple girls from kappa raised their hand to join in the competition. and daniela did too, she did not spend all her formative years cheering for nothing. you slinked back,. not wanting to join in this competition. sophia was soon paired up with dani. both girls were waiting for their legs to be tied to each other when sophia spoke up.
“so, you’ve been getting close with megan’s sister.” sophia started. giving that knowing look that daniela knew too well. the same look when daniela was caught snacking at midnight, or when daniela would make an excuse to skip out on a sorority meeting. daniela was no stranger to this, sophia always spoke her mind and let the rest come to her, not bothering to shy away from conflict.
“yeah, what’s your point?” daniela shifted herself onto her back foot, watching for the volunteer that would tie their legs together. sophia kept waiting, thinking on how to bring this up, how to explain something that she noticed, and a theory that she had.
“my point is, you’re doing something, of which i’m not entirely sure of. but you’re hiding it from megan.” sophia crossed her arms, thinking back to how she would often spot you two together on campus, tucked away from the library, or hanging around your dorm, where sometimes sophia visited her friend. one time she even spotted daniela wearing a minecraft shirt, the same one that sophia’s seen you wearing. “so my point is, why?”
daniela stopped, she knew sooner or later one of the girls, if not megan, would catch on to what you two have been up to. she’s been cautious for sure, but between hanging out so often at your place, and trying to sneakily invite you over, there’s been times where daniela wants to just say “fuck it” and openly declare how she felt about you. but megan, that was the sole reason she was holding back, she would love to tell everyone that you were off limits, strictly reserved for her. but, if megan found out, daniela wasn’t even sure what she would say.
“daniela?” sophia placed a hand on daniela’s arm, slightly concerned at the lack of response and silence from the other girl. and then daniela looked back at you, hovering around the booth, animatedly talking to megan and manon (baring the slight heart eyes that manon had for you), it was the cutest thing in the world. probably giving some long explanation on star wars lore and how you bought a new lego set.
sophia looked where daniela was looking, and then it started clicking in her head. “do you like her or something?”
daniela stopped. completely frozen. buffering. a full halt.
her heart suddenly picking up, the slight buzz on her skin of hairs standing up on their ends. the question piercing each thought like an arrow. daniela’s thought about it. more than thought about this, if she likes you. cross that, if she more than likes you.
her heart thudded as she pushed the thoughts back. a four letter word that she would not let herself feed into. not yet. not with everything still so tightly wounded in her heart. she wouldn’t name it just yet.
“i-sophia, i think i more than like her.” daniela let out a soft gasp, a blooming warmth exploding in her chest. the kind that made the day sparkle brighter, the kind that made the air smell sweet and fresh. the kind that reminded her how easy it was to fall asleep in your bed, or how she loved taking sips out of your coffee. or pestering you when you were knee deep in study mode.
“woah, you serious?” sophia caught the distant look, the instant recall of memories and the faint smile that never left daniela’s face. if sophia didn’t know any better she would say that daniela was in love. “how much does megan know?”
daniela’s smile dropped.
“she doesn’t know anything, at least to my knowledge.” daniela explained. “please don’t say anything to her.”
“i won’t. but you should tell her.” sophia went into her typical mom mode, listing all the reasons that daniela should tell megan soon. something about the principle of it all, how hurt megan would be not knowing this was happening underneath her nose.
“don’t you think she’ll hate me?” daniela probed the question. it’s been stuck in her mind like an old sticker that wouldn’t rub off.
“hate you? megan doesn’t hate anyone, not even that shitty physics professor that we’re stuck with.” sophia looked at megan, the girl was animatedly talking to you, funny enough she could see exactly why you two were siblings, cut from the same cloth and all.
“unless you’ve done anything worthy of her hating you?” sophia returned the question.
daniela thought about it, she doesn’t think she has. all she has done is try and show you that her affection is real. showering you as best she could and trying ot prove that she wants the whole package. she wants the good. and the bad, especially when you get in your head about things.
“no. but i don’t think megan will see it the same way.”
the same megan who once thought daniela was mad at her because she hadn’t had her morning coffee. and begged for daniela’s forgiveness by the end of the night, for which she wasn’t even sure of. and confessed that she accidentally ate the leftovers that were daniela’s. then after, daniela held a sobbing and laughing megan who thanked daniela for not being mad at her.
the same megan who time and time again always reserved a spot for daniela on the couch for movie nights. the same megan who bought rocky road ice cream specifically for them two to share when the semester got too hard and the thoughts got too loud. daniela was not only scared she would lose megan’s approval, worse, she was scared to lose someone that she saw as her own family.
“i’m going to be honest with you, because i care but also because i can’t stand this. i seriously think you’re overthinking this. you care and want her sister, yes that’s a touchy thing to deal with. but prove her wrong, if you’re so caught up in how it’ll all look you’ll never move forward with becoming serious. megan’s silly but she’s not stupid, she knows when something's hidden right under her nose. the sooner you sort it out the better it’ll be i promise.”
sophia let some random new recruit tie their legs together, giving the guy a glare when it wrapped too tightly around her leg. dani tsked at him and watched him fumble with the band and let it loosen.
“even if she stops talking to me?” dani countered. watching how the guy scurried away to the next pair.
“especially if she stops talking to you. show that you’re not going anywhere.” sophia gives dani a pat, sending back a huge wave to megan’s excited foam finger.
“you make it sound so easy.” dani laughed and also gave a smaller wave to megan and tossed in a wink to you when she spotted you staring.
sophia scoffed. “coming from the same girl that had ten frat guys at your beck and call? this should be a cakewalk.”
daniela rolled her eyes at the memory. how all the frat presidents tried getting with daniela. a distant memory that ended with lots of broken hearts and an even more frustrated dani.
“that was just for fun, but this, i need to get it right.”
dani concluded, and sophia gave her an impressed nod. something’s changed from the arrogant and once princess of the sororities. her presence and demands that were uncontested. sophia can’t remember a time she’s seen daniela so nervous. spilling her worries was uncommon.
“best of luck, and you better give this your all too, you have someone rooting for you.” sophia commented and got into stance. eyes sharp on the finish line and daniela did the same, casting one final glance at you while the countdown started.
3…2…1…GO!
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there were hand prints on the windows, frosted up completely. the headlights were turned off, and you couldn’t catch your breath. hands lifted up and your head tucked on the headrest. daniela couldn’t help herself, really it happened too quickly. one second you were sitting and recounting your day to her. morning classes, an afternoon nap, and robotics club meeting. the next second, daniela reached over. her hand adjusting your seat, pushing and reclining it back without another word.
the faint smell of shampoo and perfume in your nose as she continued to adjust your seat. and that shut you up, you didn’t know what she was doing or why she was hovering over you. her other hand kept her propped up, right above the center console. and then when the seat stopped moving, reclined all the way back, she climbed over.
hand over your heart, you watched her, silent as a mouse. her legs swung over, caging you in your seat, legs squished together as she situated herself on top of you. you nearly squeaked when she put your hands on her waist. nervous all over again like you hadn’t seen her naked before.
“you’re so hot when you get like that,” daniela leaned in, kissing you smoothly. her lips covered in lip gloss that spread across your own. moving against yours sweetly. “makes me want to devour you.”
you knocked your head back, hands shaking as they held her.
“you can move your hands.” she teased you, she knew you were beyond here. frozen up and confused with what to do. she on the other hand was more than sure what to do. kissing you with passion and warmth in her chest. you finally pushed her back, using your hands to adjust her on your lip, tilting your hips lower.
“dani please.” you leaned in again, kissing her with regained passion. she loved these short bursts of confidence.
“what? say it cariño.”she picked at your necklace, hand brushing over the silver chain. she kissed you sweetly again, making you forget all about what you originally wanted to say.
“need, need to kiss you.” you leaned in again, back for more and your hands landed on her thighs, kissing her more. and she arched into it, delighted by how needy you sounded. she kept kissing, pushing more of herself onto you, wondering how far you’d let her go tonight. her hand reached for your hair, pulling at it a bit.
then she felt it, the familiar sensation of you poking against her. half hard and pushing your own pants upwards. she smiled at the sensation, maybe tonight she’d get what she wanted all along. being able to fuck you in this old stationwagon.
“baby?” you asked, feeling her hands slide underneath your shirt, kissing you harder and rubbing against your abs. brushing over the muscles in that way she enjoyed. mouth still on yours and feeling you tighten against her inner thighs. her jean shorts barely covered the sensation of tight cargo pants.
“keep kissing me.” she only ordered, your head was in the clouds, kissing her back harder than before. she could feel the rapidly growing hardness in your pants. hands still gripping onto her thighs tightly. nails slightly digging into her thighs.
“fuck, you want me baby?” she asked you, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. desire low in her stomach and the thoughts of hooking up in your car was getting too loud. she needed you soon.
“so badly, dani.” you whined. pushing up into her, an immediate gasp pulled from her.
“fuck, go on then,” daniela watched your hands fly straight to her pants, right at the button and trying to unbuckle it, her lips back onto you. causing your hands to falter. then you reached back down, hand sliding into her shorts when she kissed you harder.
knock.
you kept kissing daniela, hand in her pants as you slid it down, she kept kissing you too. her hand slowly reaching for the shirt, trying to lift it off your body.
knock. knock.
you pushed into her again, hand still in her pants and you were losing your breath.
knock. knock. knock.
“fuck!” daniela shouted, pushing herself up and snapping her head up at the windows. there in the frosted up windows was a figure standing over the car. and in your haze, still in a daze from daniela’s kisses. you also snapped your head up, nervousness spreading through you. then you slipped your hand out of daniela’s shorts.
“i know you’re in there! open the door!”
it was megan.
oh. oh shit. oh my god.
you scrambled around, trying your best to look presentable when the door opened suddenly. megan’s set of keys in her hand. as she opened to the sight of daniela still on top of you, granted she wasn’t naked, oh thank god. but this compromising position wasn’t any better. daniela sitting atop of you, her lip gloss still on your lips. and megan stood there frozen.
watching her very own sorority sister atop of her own sister. your hardness quickly deflating from the sight. and then it got worse. daniela was ready to say something when manon strolled up to a very lost megan.
“dani?” manon shouted. eyes flickering between you two. you were about to climb out to the car to explain but forgetting you were caged in by daniela. both girls standing outside were frozen, but manon was still spilling out expletives and curse words at the sight.
“fuck, megan, listen, it’s not what you think.” daniela started, trying to adjust herself off of you. and in an ungraceful manner, she ended up outside. standing in front of her very friend. thinking of fifty ways to explain why she was atop of the girl’s sister in their mom’s station wagon. if megan opened the car any sooner, she would’ve seen your hand shoved down daniela’s shorts.
“it’s not what it looks like? this looks EXACTLY what it looks like?” megan shouts, and then you’re scrambling out the car, worried eyes flickering between daniela and megan. manon had already stood back, still there in case this turned into a fight, hands at the ready to pull megan back. “you’re sleeping with my sister!”
“i, we were just,” dani gestured between you two, worried that she was about to lose you.
“and in our mom’s car! you have no shame!” megan shouted. luckily you two were in a secluded part on the outskirts of campus. tucked under big trees that concealed much of what you two were getting up to.
“no, i promise, it’s not like that.” daniela tried her best to assure megan, already stepping forward and trying to comfort the distraught girl. “please believe me.”
“how can i? that’s my sister you’re hooking up with!” megan shouted again, waving her arms around and by now you were worried, a few people were watching from far away, still walking but trying to assess the situation.
“we’re not hooking up!” daniela shouted back, feeling like she couldn’t get her words out without being interrupted. then megan shook her head, disbelief as you stood there silent, too frozen to even speak up for yourself.
“please. i promise you it’s not just a hook up. we’re-we’re together.” daniela tried to plead with the girl, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. she was frustrated, too frustrated, the wound up feelings spilling out. all that she worked so hard to hide from megan was crashing down right now. in front of her own eyes.
“together? what does that mean?” megan shouted back, watching a distraught daniela shake when her eyes found yours. and suddenly you feel like you’re five, getting scolded by your sister for taking off on a skateboard without a helmet.
“megan, we’ve been,” you stood forward, wrapping your arm around daniela.
it was now or never.
“we’ve been seeing each other for a while…” you spoke slowly, treading lightly in case something would set her off. and megan stood there, taking in the information, as well as she could anyways. it’s not every day you find your sister and friend hooking up in your mom’s car. “we’re dating.”
“dating? you’re telling me you’re dating daniela.” megan was astonished. the disbelief and knowledge was head spinning. she knew there was something up, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. in her head she was hoping that you two had grown to be friends, and megan was glad. that you had someone in your circle.
but she should’ve known the way daniela would walk around randomly with faded tees that looked just like yours. how there were hair ties and hair clips in the nooks and crannies of the stationwagon. how daniela smelled like your shampoo one time, or how daniela never liked hearing how the other girls talked about you. it flew under her radar, and right now, she wanted nothing more than to be told the truth.
“yes.” you grabbed daniela closer, offer slow brushes on her arm. trying to comfort the now silent girl. she was so close to losing one of her closest friends. all the nervousness ringing loudly in her chest. and then you stood forward, boldly asserting yourself to megan.
“how long has this been going on?” megan asked, a sudden shift in loudness, she was more quiet, no less mad. but you stood firm, you cared for daniela as she did her now. and even though this was probably the most uncomfortable position you’ve been in, you had to stand tall. you had to tell megan who daniela was to you.
“a couple months.” you spoke as if you had no regrets. and truly you didn’t, well other than not telling megan.
“and she treats you well?” megan asks, her eyes going back to daniela. you knew how protective megan was of you, she watched you through everything, growing up together. how you were distraught after your ex, and now her very own close friend was dating you.
“very well.” you said it so assuredly, looking at daniela with a warm smile. and daniela would’ve given you a kiss there if it weren’t for this unfortunate situation that she was in.
“and does she treat you well?” megan asked. daniela snapped her head away from you, looking back at megan. confusion in her chest.
“what?” daniela brushed away a stray tear from her eyes.
“does my sister treat you right?” megan asked again. daniela stopped thinking, and her heart did that thing where she felt like a flower was blooming in her chest, megan was asking her if you were treating her well.
“she does.” daniela smiled at megan, feeling the tension in her chest start to unwind, dropping her tense shoulders and stiff posture. megan watched you two, still deciding on what to say next, she watched the way you held daniela close, pulling her in and being so confident with daniela. she can’t remember seeing you so confident in someone. not in a long while anyways.
“megan?” you asked, seeing her stuck in her own mind. “are you okay with this?”
daniela shuffled her feet a bit, nervously awaiting an answer, anything that would signal that she accepted you two.
“i don’t mean to spoil the moment, but i’m really cold so can we go back inside?” manon interjected. and then megan nodded.
“im not not okay with this, but…i need to talk to you dani. i need to know where your head’s at, as her sister i need to know your intentions.” megan confirmed. giving herself a nod when she saw daniela nod too. and then you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
the two girls gave a wave to you two as they walked towards the sorority house.
“that didn’t go so bad.” you offered, and then daniela pulled away. already feeling the slight pang of guilt in her stomach.
“i’ll talk to her tomorrow,” daniela offers, still leaning in to plop a kiss on your cheek. “but i agree, could’ve been a whole lot worse.” daniela chuckled.
“she’s just being…you know…megan.” you concluded. pulling her in for a tight hug. you weren’t sure how things were going to go from here, but daniela wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon. “i’m sure you two will figure it out.”
daniela kept staring in the distance, watching megan and manon’s retreating figure. already feeling a weight off her chest, but she knows this conversation won’t be easy. she’s going to asked a lot of questions that she’s not sure if she has the answers for.
but she’ll be damned if she loses you in the process.
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a/n: happy 4th part, megan now knows, everyone cheer! and to @rajdiel thank you for the lana song, i have named this part after the song you provided bc of how down BAD dani is. and another shoutout to 😅 anon for these ideas, i've incorporated a couple as you can see! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!
casting director huh yunjin is desperately trying to find the perfect seymour krelborn after practically begging on her knees to get sophia laforteza to play as audrey for the school's upcoming musical theater event. little did she know, the perfect seymour was with her all this time; raging to stardew valley and animal crossing.
an: and that's a wrap. thank you to everyone who made it until the end. it still feels surreal to have my first smau receive so much love and support. i have cherished every single like, comment, reaction bordering on manslaughter and battery against the main character. and if you're a silent reader, thank you too. now, if you'll excuse me, i will be crying myself to sleep.
synopsis: hanni watches you beat up her friend, you two get off on the wrong foot, and it's safe to say hanni basically hates you -- the feeling is mutual. what makes it worse is the fact that you two are bound to run into each other time and time again.
warnings: boxer!reader ; hanni is a nursing student who’s fighting lowk (kinda) ; blood ; violence ; pining ; reader is pretty traumatized ummm ; #enemies to lovers (sorta) ; alcohol ; making out ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread
a/n: ummm I don’t really box lmfao or at least I haven’t done it professionally soooo sorry to any boxers reading this bc there might be mistakes or incorrect terms idk anyways ENJOY!! ^_^ also ignore the fact that yn works at a restaurant in this too LOL half of this fic was from MONTHS ago but i never continued it...
you’re freshly thirteen, your knees still sting and blood continues to flow out of the scrapes from being pushed onto the ground by two prepubescent boys earlier in the day, but you dab at it a couple of times with spare napkins in your bag to prevent any more crimson liquid from seeping out.
the door opens and you find your grandma knitting something on the couch, she’s also watching something on the tv. the quality of the video playing on the screen is pretty rough, but you can make out a familiar face: your late grandpa. grandpa was grandma’s everything and from what you’ve heard: he’s a sweet, memorable soul. a smile spreads across your face as you watch your grandma continue to knit. a few seconds later you’re trying to sneakily run to the bathroom to clean up the mess on your legs.
“y/n? is that you?” she calls out softly, turning in your direction. usually, she’d be at the little bakery she worked at, but she wasn’t, so you assumed she had worked the morning and lunch shifts. she looks down at your red knees and her eyes widen. “oh! sweetheart, what happened?”
she drops whatever she’d been knitting down on the cushion and rushes over to you, cupping your face and then kneeling to meet your injuries. her eyebrows crease and she frowns, worry is painted all over her face.
“i bumped into someone and tripped on the curb.” you lie, knowing you had heard snarky remarks in between voice cracks from some idiots beforehand.
“what did i say about lying?” your grandma sighs, rubbing the area around one of the scrapes and sighing. “did those boys give you a hard time again?”
“i—” you start, but she looks at you and raises her brows, making your second lie die in your throat immediately. you gulp and avoid eye contact. “well i got pushed and i’m not lying about tripping on the curb. i got unlucky.”
grandma clicks her tongue twice and shakes her head, then grabs your hand and leads you to the small bathroom of your little apartment.
she closes the lid of the toilet and urges you to sit down on it. while you situate yourself, she finds a little first-aid kit in the cabinet and a few sanitizing wipes. you gulp, already uneasy about the pain that you’ll feel in the next minute.
your grandma chuckles in that raspy, cliché old lady tone when she sees your clenched jaw and fingers digging in your knee anxiously. she sighs and kneels down to meet your level, then says, “it’ll hurt a little, be strong for me.”
“i’m not scared.”
“sure you’re not hon. it’s going to sting a lot, but it’ll pass by in no time, ‘kay?” she says, taking out an alcohol wipe and holding it above the scrape on your left knee. she holds your right hand and smiles sweetly—it calms you down in no time. “i’m going to clean it, be strong.” she says, then begins to wipe away the bacteria from the wound.
you close your eyes tightly at the stinging sensation, it hurts a lot and tears well up despite your eyes being shut. grandma squeezes your hand tightly then throws the wipe away.
“there you go, one knee done.” she says, “you’re strong like your grandpa, you know?”
your brows relax and you look at her, tilting your head. “i—, i am?”
“he boxed until he was 42, you were around the age of 4 then.” she explains, smiling as she reminisces. she grabs another wipe and tightens her grip on your hand again before you feel that same pain again, and continues, “he had a lot of injuries like these ones. i took care of him like this.”
through clenched teeth you respond, “he got hurt worse than this?”
“five times worse.” grandma shivers, “blood from his lips, mostly bruises on him though. i stitched him up once and i almost threw up.” she says, cringing when she recalls this memory. “he got cut up a couple of times and complained and groaned much more than you, actually. he got in a lot of fights, but he promised that he’d get into fewer fights when we had to take care of you.”
“oh, were you okay with taking care of him so much? it must’ve been tiring to always do that for him.”
grandma’s expression softens and she smiles. “when you love someone, taking care of them is never a problem. i love you y/n, and your grandpa; taking care of you two is nothing of a problem. maybe it’s rotten work for some people, but for the people i love? never.”
her sweet smile makes your own lips curl up and she pats your leg softly before finding bandages. as she patches you up, her words linger in your mind and heart.
“you know y/n, i won’t be here forever.” she starts, standing back up to put the kit away. “when you grow older i want you to find someone who will take care of you like that, and it’s your job to take care of them too.”
“i can take care of you when i’m older.” you say it like a promise and she shakes her head.
“i don’t want you to worry about my old soul for the majority of your life. i’m talking about a friend, or maybe more. whoever it is, care for them endlessly.”
you nod.
she smiles once more and chuckles, “come on, let’s go watch one of your grandpa’s fights—i was watching some of it before you got here.”
you follow her out the bathroom and turn off the light, then you two head back to the living room. she sits down on the couch and urges you to squeeze in with her as she picks up her needles and yarn. you sit beside her and she presses a button on the remote, which starts the video back up again.
as you watch, you recognize the familiar figure on the screen jump around on his feet. he holds his arms up and clenches his fists in the boxing gloves, shooting the opponent a nasty glare through the small space in between.
“your grandpa was a great boxer, he spent a lot of time devoted to the sport.” grandma explains.
you hum and ask, “why did he box? doesn’t it hurt?”
“well, he did it to protect himself and make some money for us back when times were rougher, way before you were born. he was passionate about it.”
“that’s cool.” you say in awe. your grandma laughs softly before starting to knit again.
you watch your grandpa dodge a few punches and a swing from the side quickly, he’s fast and your 13-year-old mind is absolutely bewildered by his athletic ability. the opponent throws another punch, which he dodges, then sends a nasty hit to the side of the other boxer’s torso. the opponent stumbles back and falls to his knees, then bends down while he tries to recover. it takes a bit for the other guy to get up, and when he does get up—he stumbles back down.
“i want to be like grandpa, can i learn to box?”
your grandma laughs and grins at you. “you know what—sure y/n, you’re a lot like him after all. besides, you need to defend yourself from whoever pushed you.”
“oh yeah, i punched him in the face.”
“you what?” your grandma asks, shocked by your reply. you shrug and keep your eyes on the screen: your grandpa had won after a hit to the guy's cheek, and now the camera is on his sweaty, smiling self.
“he pushed me and i punched him, but that’s because he said something really bad…”
“y/n,” grandma starts, but stops after she takes another good look at you and her late lover on the screen. a small breath leaves her lips, then she shakes her head. “you two are practically the same, huh.”
the rest of the night your grandma shares anecdotes of her time with your grandpa, it ranges from a variety of silly stories: your grandpa’s first fight, how they fell in love (and this story elicited a slight face of disgust from you, a playful one of course. you couldn’t deny that it was cute, but you were also 13 and icky about a lot of romantic things), grandpa’s fights out of the ring, and their most memorable moments with you.
you find out that a lot of your traits are rooted from your grandpa, you were pretty satisfied with that.
-
years pass, you’re not stuck in that shithole called middle school; instead, you’re a junior in high school—still in a shithole, but a little better—yuck.
you’re already pretty sick of high school, freshman year wasn’t the best for you after realizing you liked girls; well, it was alright until your first heartbreak or whatever.
it was cliché: you made a good friend, she was sweet and friendly, and then you realized that your heartbeat would pace at an unhealthy speed around her. the two of you get into a relationship and it eventually fails, your heart breaks and blah blah blah it’s a universal experience. you managed to get over this heartbreak after a year. besides, you can’t be stuck on one failed relationship for the entirety of high school, that’s a fool’s biggest mistake.
and you’re not a fool.
grandma get’s sick sophomore year, and grandma is all that you have. it was an unexpected turn, resulting in one of the worst years of your life.
the doctors said it had something to do with her heart, some type of cardiovascular disease that costs a bit to treat. so, as soon as you turned 15, you found yourself a part-time job at a local restaurant to pay for her medicines and treatment while she tried her best to provide you with a stable foundation for the future, or at least some food, a house, and water. grandma had argued that she didn’t need your help, she scolded you and tried to keep you focused on your studies, but you wouldn’t budge; if anything, you argued back.
twenty-four hours in a day, and yet it wasn’t enough time to do everything you needed without sacrificing some of your sanity.
six of those hours were spent sleeping, seven hours were spent in school, eight hours at work right after, and then a few hours to care for grandma—and do a little bit of boxing; nothing got in the way of your passion, especially if that passion kept your grandpa alive.
ever since that little moment with grandma and her cleaning up your knees, your interest in your grandpa and boxing piqued; you started to push yourself physically after hearing about the contests and tournaments, ones that had prizes worth more than one shift of working.
it was difficult – boxing, working, going to school – with grandma’s illness, but your passion was just as great as your grandpa’s and the more you developed to become more like him: the more grandma would smile. that was the product you yearned for, and all your devotion (plus your similar features) only made the image of your grandpa increasingly prominent when she looked at you.
boxing made the thought of her illness easier to bear, and that didn’t cost anything, instead it filled your pockets. so, you kept on going, replicating the moves in the old films of your grandpa, winning junior boxing matches and placing the films your grandma recorded next to the ones of your grandpa.
even when you didn’t win matches, the tapes of you boxing were placed next to your grandpa’s. that was arguably ten times better than a trophy.
it was enough to ease the strain in grandma’s body, and that made you happy too.
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a year passes and you’re still a part-time amateur cook at some local restaurant. you still smell like sauteed onions and garlic when you reach the door to the apartment and try to blindly reach for the keys to your home; it’s a bit late, you’re tired, and you want to shower then pass out as soon as you can.
the late evening moon cast a soft glow through the windows near the stairwell, creating a quiet atmosphere. you step inside and the air is filled with the comforting scent of vanilla, a lingering trace of grandma’s signature cookies—she must’ve known you’ve been craving something sweet lately.
the only sound that fills the quiet evening is the faint ticking of the clock reverberates throughout the apartment, and then it’s the sound of the door creaking as you close it.
“i’m home," you called out, a habitual greeting as you kicked off your shoes. usually, you’d get a response—it was half past seven and typically, grandma would still be awake to greet you warmly—but silence lingered, only broken by the distant hum of the refrigerator.
worry pricked at your consciousness as you ventured further into the house. the hallway leading to the bedroom seemed unusually hushed. the gentle rustling of your grandma’s usual activities was conspicuously absent, she wasn’t even knitting in the living room while watching tv like she usually did. it was odd.
turning the corner into the bedroom, a gasp escaped your lips. you dropped your work bag and stood frozen in place, feeling your heart rate spike. there, lying on the carpet, was your grandma, and her face now bore the lines of pain. panic surged through your veins as you rushed to her side.
"grandma, what happened?" your voice trembled as you gently shook her shoulders, desperately hoping for a response.
grandma’s eyes were closed, her breathing erratic. the room seemed to close in on you as you fumbled for your phone, dialing 911 with trembling hands. the operator's calm instructions cut through the air as you listened intently, trying to focus on each word and compose yourself.
frantically, you performed cpr, guided by the dispatcher's voice, but the seconds felt like an eternity. the room blurred as tears welled in her eyes, mixing with the fear that gripped her heart. the paramedics were on their way, but time was slipping away. this could not be happening—not now, not here, not ever.
“please, god, please no. please stay with me, not you too.” you beg, feeling your face dampen.
as you continued the compressions, a heaviness settled in the room. the once warm and inviting space now felt suffocating. in those agonizing moments, your grandma’s fragile grip on life slipped away. it was clear that she was gone, and there was nothing you could do to help her this time.
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there’s enough money for you to live in that apartment alone for two months. the first week was spent with you sleeping in, missing school, and staring into the ceiling blankly.
you haven’t gotten up in hours, you could hardly take care of yourself after grandma’s passing.
after a few hours of simply laying down and feeling too much, yet nothing at all; you flip over on your side and catch sight of the framed picture of you and your grandma. your brows turn up slightly as you stare back at the picture. you turn to lay on your back again, closing your eyes and groaning. your heart aches, it’s all too much for you.
the sound of knocking elicits an exhausted sigh from you, and it takes you a moment to get up for the first time in hours. you trudge out of the bedroom and groan when a sudden headache hits you, it almost makes you stumble. the sight of the kitchen and untouched living room makes your shoulders sink, it looks the same as that life-changing night.
you unlock the door and twist the knob to open it; a taller man stands in front and looks up at you with a sincere smile.
“ah, y/n, am i correct?” he questions. a smile pulls at his lips, his eyes soften upon observing you. “you’ve grown, you have your grandpa’s eyes.”
his voice is soft, you can tell he’s a well-spoken, dignified man just from the way he articulates his words. he's quite fit looking for his age, he seems about how old your grandpa would’ve been if he was still alive; a man with noticeable smile lines and hands that seemed to have experienced decades.
you try to respond and realize that it’s been a week since you’ve uttered something that wasn’t a cry. you resort to nodding; he seems to understand.
he smiles and scans you; it seems that he doesn’t care about your appearance or state at all.
“my name is michael, i was a friend of your grandparents. i’m sorry for your loss.”
you stay silent, unable to speak.
“i’m here because your grandma asked for a favor, a big one and it includes you.” he begins, “she knew her condition was getting worse and asked me to come here to talk to you.”
“what?” you croak, now curious of just who exactly this man is and his connections with not just your grandma, but also your grandpa. “you knew?” your voice cracks, your heart breaks.
“i can’t turn down a favor like this, not if your grandma is asking either.” he says, pursing his lips. his eyes scan the room, then they start to well up with water. “she wanted me to take you in and take care of you if anything happened to her, of course i’m willing to do that for her—you’re her family after all, and i owe a lot to the l/n’s. i didn’t know her time would come so soon.”
“what? who, who are you exactly? my grandma told you about her condition? what— how—”
“i was close with your grandparents. i’m someone who owes them everything.”
-
you move in with michael not so long after your first meeting, he warms up to you easily after spilling some anecdotes that threatened your last tears to spill.
it takes a while to grow accustomed to him, you’ve only ever been used to talking to your grandma freely.
michael is a man in his early 50s, younger than your grandparents. he’s a sweet, soft-spoken man that treated you like his own as soon as the two of you met. you learn that he boxed with your grandpa; michael learned everything from your grandpa and explains that your grandpa is the reason he can live normally now.
something in the way that he talks about your grandparents and the way he looks at you explains a lot, you don’t know exactly what your grandparents did, but it seems like they were his biggest miracle.
he smiles at you when you settle in his house, then goes on to tell you that you remind him of your old man. michael is a generous guy, and though everything happened so fast—recovering from grandma’s death, moving in with this man you’ve never heard of, learning more about your grandparent’s relations, and too much more—you seem to ease into this new lifestyle.
what else could you do anyway?
the new home you’re in isn’t small; if anything, it’s actually quite large and spacious. his home is hours away from where grandma was and it was hard leaving everything behind, but with your situation, the most you could feel is grateful for having a place and person to stay with, and a way to keep you from drowning in misery.
it was also evident that there used to be someone who lived with him, a lover of some sort. the pictures on the wall give you a sense of how he was like when whoever that woman was accompanying him was around; he was a lively, beaming man back then. now, he’s a bit more mellow, but there’s still that slight charm.
-
michael offers you a job at his little restaurant that he manages—which you accept immediately, you owe him some labor, and honestly everything after what he’s done for you—everything goes well.
he goes easy on you because of your recent loss, but still, he treats you like you’re his own. michael is quick to correct you, strict when he needs to be, and someone to rely on.
he’s impressed with your skills in the kitchen, enamored by how quick you are to learn recipes and cook them up. your bond grows quickly and easily, it helps you get over the loss.
when he finds you watching your grandpa’s old boxing matches on the couch a month after moving in, he decides to bring you to his little garage. he unveils the trophies that he’s collected over years of boxing and decides to give you a picture of him and your grandpa posing together. in the picture, they’re all sweaty and smiley, beaming so brightly that their teeth almost reflect the light. he insists that “you deserve it more, i never had a place to keep this anyway,” with a small smile that conceals his sorrow, then hands you the 8x6 photo.
you tell him about your background in boxing, your matches, wins, favorite moves, and that you used to teach yourself how to box because of grandpa.
he simply smiles, muttering something that sounds like a “you’re just like him.”
you learn how to box again for the first time in a while on some friday night. this time you really learn, it’s not from copying your old man’s combos on a screen; instead, it’s one-on-one lessons with his old friend.
he teaches you a lot, beats you down and makes you get back up. despite getting knocked down, thrown around, and given harsh constructive criticism—you get up and try again, again, and again. the thrill of it all surges through your body again, giving you that adrenaline rush and burst of joy that you’ve been missing for a bit.
one month passes, then another, and now you’re learning how to box every weekend – sometimes on weekdays – running miles after school, pushing yourself all the time, and winning—growing.
he teaches you his favorites combos, then your grandpa’s favorite ones that got him on one knee each time they sparred. you learn all the time, learn whenever you can despite the slight ache in your body and it’s always michael forcing you to take it easy to get rid of that slight pain.
boxing takes over your mind and you’re set with cooking as your main job, so school was something you weren’t really set on, you figured that out after all your troubles. michael was okay with that—to your surprise—and you decided to devote your time into training and doing your best at the little restaurant you worked at.
time passes and you decide to put yourself up to the test and sign yourself up for matches. at first, they’re just for experience, and then you’re pushing yourself to win these triple digit checks—which you win proudly after making your way up the bracket and succeeding. you’re proud of yourself for these accomplishments, michael is too, he says that your grandparents would be proud as well and it makes you tear up.
everything was going well, and you had michael to thank for pulling you out of the harsh waters that tried to pull you down and drown you in your misery.
--
when everyone was starting out in college, you were opening up the restaurant and getting everything ready.
you graduated with a solid gpa of 3.4. your counselors were practically up your ass because of your lack of interest in going to college. they tried to persuade you by saying that it would be great for your future, they insisted that you could take culinary classes, boxing classes, etc; despite every effort and attempt, you wouldn’t budge.
there was always that slight uneasiness that came with deciding not to go to college, but at the same time, you were set with how everything was right now; especially after seeing the elderly regulars that always came in for breakfast. one of them patted you on the back as you hung up the “welcome” sign and greeted you with a smile, saying “it’s nice to see you again y/n, as always.”
this type of lifestyle kept you smiling, there was not much to complain about other than the rare rude customer that would pass by here and there. you were content to say the least.
-
a few months before you turn nineteen, you decide to move out because there’s a small feeling that you may be a slight burden to michael, plus, the area is not bad and the rent is cheap. he assures that you can stay for however long, but you assure that you can hold up on your own.
the place you decide to settle in is a thirteen-minute run from michaels place and a ten-minute walk from the restaurant you work at. robert says he’s proud that you’ve grown to be independent and strong.
(you laugh because you’ve simply moved out and decided to live on your own. plus, you live near him and work most of your shifts with him too, but you let him hug you dearly).
you stay in a single-bedroom apartment that has a nice, small kitchen area littered with trinkets you’ve collected and small plants here and there. the living room is homey and has a single couch with a small coffee table in it that you gives you a view of the small market that goes on every sunday in the distance. you love the place.
it gets lonely some nights, coming home to a silent house. grandma pops up in your mind and part of you (all of you) wishes that you’d come home to the smell of home cooked food and a smile that emphasizes her wrinkles. grandma hated her wrinkles, but you loved them. a few wrinkles never hurt anyone.
-
you huff, taking off the bandana on your head. “i’m clocking out, see you tomorrow.”
“wait! michael has something for you in the back. uhh--” aki, the junior in high school that works part time, begins. you pause in your tracks, bag over your shoulder. “hold on let me--”
“c’mon, i'm running a little late for the match. i need to get checked in.” you say hurriedly, “just tell him i'll get it later--”
“no, y/n, it’s important. he said to get it to you today.”
with a deep sigh, you give in, watching him put away the plate he was washing and quikcly running to the back where the lockers are. you follow him in and watch him take out a small box with a little paper on it. it's a pretty big box, maybe bigger than a shoe box.
“here,” he says, handing it to you. “michael says good luck and to open it before your match, he knows how important this one is. three hundred is a solid prize, he says you can do it.”
you smile at aki; he smiles back before running off and back to the kitchen. the box is held with your hands, subtle blisters scratching against the cardboard before you walk over to your car.
when you’re in the driver's seat, you decide to let the box be your little passenger and see what's inside when you reach the address of the tournament. as soon as you do, the box is in your hands again. with your keys, you cut the tape that covered the openings, then eagerly opened the box like a little kid on christmas morning.
inside, there’s brand new boxing gloves. they're white, they’re fresh, and they’re the expensive ones michael caught you eyeing.
“son of a bitch.” you mutter, shaking your head with a grin playing on your lips.
you get out your old white mazda with a bag hung on your shoulder, new gloves inside.
there's a man at the front checking you in, his appearance slightly older with hair parted in the middle and a somewhat distraught expression on his face, almost disgust. maybe he just... looks like that.
there's a hint of attitude in his tone when he asks, "you're here for the match?"
“yes.”
“you’re late, you know? boxers should’ve checked in ten minutes ago, visitors--”
“i’m here now.” you say calmly, looking at him apologetically. “sorry for being late, i rushed from work. i already submitted my medical information and id online, it should be good to go, i got the email. it's l/n y/n by the way, i should be on the roster--”
he snaps his fingers at you, earning a raised brow from you. your teeth grind against each other as you clench your jaw from the sudden action.
“don’t cut me off when i'm speaking. i could have you out of the match as a whole, you know?” he scoffs, glaring at you. “you boxers are so damn impatient, and to think that you’re a woman too... i would’ve figured you had better manners.”
“i’m-- im sorry?” you’re shocked by the sudden disrespect, fighting back the urge to jab his face. “um, sorry. am i still able to check in?”
he narrows his eyes at you, sighing, but still giving you a little snarky tone even as he hands you your name tag and . “fine. go down the hall and to the left, there’s the locker rooms and whatnot. you know, you’re lucky i don’t--”
“thank you sir, have a good one.” is what you say, because you trained two months for this tournament and you can’t get disqualified now if you had let out that: “fuck you, bitch.”
you dash past him, speed walking towards the changing rooms to get yourself situated and weighed in. he almost curses at you, but you’re already too far in for him to stop you anyway.
--
you make weight, meaning you get to indulge in whatever it was that you grabbed from the convenience store.
in this case it was one protein bar – cookie dough, your favorite – some fruits, an avocado, and a few crackers. a decent amount of nutrition to keep you up on your toes for the matches.
michael's little gift to you fits snug, your hands fit perfectly in them, but you should definitely break them in before sparring—so you resort to using your usual gloves, the same ones that won you the last tournament's prize. it's fine anyway, they’re your lucky ones until you break in the new.
the first girl you take on is feisty; she’s quick on her feet and clearly has some type of anger issue from the way she curses at you quietly, sending daggers with that look of hers. it seems that you piss her off the more level you are, and honestly, it’s amusing to see her continuously jab and jab with fury until you decide to step to the side quickly and give a solid swing.
she stumbles back, losing her composure before gritting her teeth.
then she’s light on her feet again, you’re still playing defense, simply observing as she shifts side to side. you let her punch your forearm and send a cross before seizing the moment, stepping to the left, and quickly sending a nasty hook to her body.
she stumbles again, coughs, and falls down on her knees.
“l/n!” the referee shouts, holding your wrist and raising your arm up.
--
you have three more matches until your final round, the one that’ll determine if you win, but you have to get through all of them first.
the second round proves to be more challenging. the woman you're up against lands a nasty cross that connects squarely with your jaw, throwing you off balance for a split second. however, with attentive focus on each of her movements, you manage to anticipate her next move and swiftly counter with a hook to her side. the blow knocks her out, mirroring the outcome of your previous match.
the third round is even more difficult. the woman you're up against this time seems relentless, unleashing jabs and crosses and jabs and crosses and jabs—wow, she won’t give you a break. you're constantly dodging, weaving side to side, but she refuses to give you a moment's respite. another blow lands on your jaw again, causing you to stumble back and exhale sharply, feeling the impact reverberate through your body.
as you try to regain your footing, she continues to press the attack, landing blows to your forearms as you desperately block, trying to find an opening to mount a counterattack. despite your best efforts, she seems to have you on the ropes, leaving you struggling to keep up with her relentless assault.
but still, as you always do, you manage to swerve and find your opening. after all that effort, she has to recover for a second. a second is more than enough time to step and switch angles, sending your infamous hook and leaving her on the ground, almost in fetal position, and groaning.
the fourth round is tough, really tough. the girl you’re up against is shorter, but wow is she bulky.
she’s buff, biceps bigger than yours, almost as if an orange had been placed in them. her shoulders were like rocks and tensed as she put her arms up a bit. you had a decent amount of muscle, pretty nice definition and whatnot—but compared to her? it was like a shrimp and a lobster put next to each other. no way she was in your weight class, could she really be?
your arms steady as you get ready to fight, waiting for the cue and as soon as the ref gives you the green light, you’re light on your feet again. she throws a jab at you, grazing your forearm as you step back. then a cross is thrown at you, another jab, and a punch to the side that lands on your shoulder. her hits are as strong as she looks, it hurts.
you manage to throw a jab that hits her forearms, then land an uppercut that strikes the side of her jaw. she lets out a sharp breath as soon as it hits, then curses under her breath. she looks at you with a death glare, then steps forward and to the side, managing to land a nasty hit right on your abdomen, then cheek, making you fall back against the rope.
she chuckles, making you take a deep breath.
your feet move quick, inching in on her as you sway from side to side, giving her no room to strike at you. and then, just when you find an opening, you land a nice hook with your right—less precise and powerful, but still enough—and she falls back.
she gets back up again—not without halting a few of her actions—then shakes her head. she throws a cross at you, which you dodge easily since her reach is on the shorter side. this gives you another opportunity to land a hit right on her jaw, and with that final move, she’s on the ground, and you win.
a smile reaches your face once the referee lifts your arm up, but there’s still that last match.
there's some time before finals, you take the time to rest a bit, chugging down a bit of water and wiping away some of the sweat on your body.
you sit down on one of the benches, leaning against the wall and recollecting yourself. the though of your grandma crosses your mind before you’re interrupted by a high pitched voice in the corner of your ear.
“yunjin! i'm so sorry i'm late, i had to finish moving in some things and--”
“it’s fine, seriously. i'm glad you made it.”
you glance over, seeing two women interact. one is obviously a boxer–one that you haven’t seen yet–probably your opponent for the final round.
she's all sweaty, strands from her hair glued to her forehead from the sweat. she's pretty built, maybe a little smaller than you are muscle-wise, but still, the definition on her arms and abs are no joke.
the woman next to her, dressed in a simple long-sleeve shirt and jeans, is beaming at her with a wide smile. her eyes sparkle with joy and happiness and rainbows, there’s an infectious energy that seems to radiate off of her. it's funny how bright she is; you can't help but be reminded of old videos of your grandma with grandpa, where similar warmth and happiness seemed to fill the frame.
“how many more matches do you have left? did you win any yet? gosh i missed so much, didn’t i?”
the taller one shakes her head, the boxer. “it’s fine, the rest were pretty difficult, but this is the round that should be the most important. it's the last one, i'm going up someone really good, i saw her--” she catches you from the side of your eye, which prompts you to look away and start to stand up.
the other woman, the one that looks a little like an eager bunny, looked towards where the boxer was looking. catching your last swift look over to the pair before you walk away.
now, yunjin, your last opponent, tenses her jaw.
“was that her?” yunjin’s friend asks.
“most definitely.” yunjin mumbles nervously.
--
you step into the ring, tilting your neck over to crack it just slightly.
your oppenent swings her arms slightly, dynamically stretching again to ease her nerves. you look her up and down, taking a deep breath before you step into the middle of the platform.
the two of you make eye contact, comparable to cowboys pointing pistols at each other before a duel. you look away first before the referee puts his hand in the middle, then lifts it up to cue the start of your match.
slowly circling the ring, you observe her movements. her arms react quick to how yours move, twitching and moving a bit in order to match your rhythm. she's attentive, very attentive, you can tell just by how quick she’s able to react and adjust.
you throw a cross, she backs away immediately and misses, then throws a punch right at you, hitting your forearm. a grunt is heard from you, then a sharp breath as you jab her forearm in return.
“jen! you can do it!” the voice from earlier calls out, you can’t afford to look over, but it’s that girl. the one who had been accompanying your opponent earlier.
a small smile forms on your opponent's lips before she launches into a flurry of punches aimed directly at you. you raise your forearms in a desperate attempt to block them from reaching your face, but she manages to find an opening. stepping to the side, she delivers a rear uppercut to your jaw once again, causing a sharp surge of pain to shoot through you. it hurts even more than before, the sensation amplified by the previous blows.
you grunt out in pain, feeling the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth as you watch droplets fall onto the platform below. despite the searing pain and the mounting pressure of the match, you force yourself to regain your composure. your brows crease with determination as you shake your head, breathing in and out slowly.
now it's your turn to unleash a boatload of punches. several of them land squarely on your opponent's forearms, but you manage to find an opening and deliver a powerful blow right to her stomach, causing her to gasp out in pain. despite her reaction, you continue your assault relentlessly, delivering punch after punch to the side of her arms and the forearms covering her head. each blow is delivered with precision and determination, as you refuse to let up until the match is won.
but your opponent still perseveres, somehow finding a way to get out of the corner and land a jab right where your ribs are. she's quick, that’s for sure, always managing to find her way out of situations.
you cough out, stumbling backwards and almost falling down to your knees. she looks at you, huffing proudly as you find your balance.
“tough,” you hear her mumble, so quiet that you almost mistook it for a whisper.
the two of you go at it again, trading blows and dodging many of them. yunjin manages to land a solid hit on the side of your arm, causing a sharp sting, but you fight back with a well-placed strike right on her tricep. despite the back and forth, the pace slows as both of you focus on dodging each other's attacks, slowing down the more fatigued you both get.
yunjin suddenly lands a powerful hit that causes your arms to push your head to the side. you watch as drops of blood litter the ground once again, but even as pain flares through you, you grunt and pull yourself together.
“c’mon yunjin!” the voice cheers again, that same voice.
just because this “yunjin” has supportive spectators, doesn’t mean you don’t have one watching from above.
the thought of your grandma urges you to act swiftly, moving so quick that you manage to fake her out and strike your signature final move.
turning to the left to regain your footing, you quickly pivot back and swing your arm with precision, landing a harsh blow on her side. the impact is so fatal that it nearly elicits a cry from her—a mix of a cough and a groan—as she staggers backward before collapsing to the ground.
despite the fatigue and pain coursing through your body, and the blood flowing down your nose and to the edge of your chin, none of it bothers you anymore; you’ve won. it’s clear.
you watch as yunjin kneels on the ground, groaning and huffing as she tries to fight back the pain. with both fists planted firmly on the ground, she uses the gloves to support herself, unable to look back up as she coughs, desperately trying to regain her composure and recover from the left hook to her side.
your eyes meet the ref’s eyes, then your brows raise to ask the question “is it over?” but you already know the answer: it is.
the referee helps yunjin up, you don’t bat an eye at her.
standing in the middle of the ring waiting for her, you make full eye contact with her little friend, a look of worry and anger plastered on the woman’s face. you feel a little bad, just a little (but not really), but it’s a competition, it’s nothing to worry about – you’ve won.
still, in that moment, you're caught off guard by how familiar this woman looks, her features bearing a slight resemblance to michael’s. but you quickly push the thought aside, it's not important. what matters is the referee raising your hand up in victory and yelling out your name.
“y/n!”
-
when yunjin gets down from the ring, a few moments after you’ve already stepped off; her friend is already by her side to make sure she’s okay.
“yunjin! oh my gosh, are you okay?”
“yes, hanni, it’s fine.” yunjin assures, clutching her right side. “hell of a hook...”
if it weren’t for those gloves of yours, yunjin would have a prominent bruise right on the skin covering her ribs. hanni frowns at her state before someone comes over to hand yunjin a towel and a water bottle.
hanni catches you in the corner of her eye as you stand there, sweaty and looking at the ground. a towel is handed to you, and you quickly use it to wipe away the blood on your face. then you look up at the ceiling, closing your eyes as if trying to gather yourself and stem the flow of blood trickling down your face.
“do matches usually end like that?” hanni asks.
“what?”
“like that. someone's hand is raised and then they just... walk off the stage?”
yunjin thinks to herself as she chugs on water. “well, i mean, usually we exchange a few words and stuff, but i guess who i just fought is more... blunt? reserved?” yunjin shakes her head, “it's not that big of a deal, really. she's bleeding anyway, i understand.”
“that’s kind of rude, don’t you think?”
“well, it’s not like she’s actually trying to hurt me for like, terrible reasons. there's a cash prize she wants and she won it.” yunjin shrugs defeatedly.
as you sniffle slightly, you turn to the side, locking eyes with hanni. your look gives the impression of a glare; your eyes narrow, and your expression remains unyielding. it's as if you're sending arrows of scrutiny towards hanni and yunjin. hanni can't help but feel unsettled by the way you hold yourself and the implicit judgment in your gaze. she's not one to judge easily, but your demeanor leaves her feeling a bit wary and cautious.
hanni watches you walk off, wiping a small drop of blood off your jawline, rubbing it off on your towel.
yunjin looks in the same direction as hanni, muttering something under her breath.
“she’s real tough, that’s right.”
--
you walk over to the cafe nearby, you need a little treat after winning, that’s what you deserve.
walking up to the cashier, you order a slice of strawberry shortcake, one latte, and a cookie for later. it’s a quick little action, once you’re done purchasing you head out the door, hearing a little jingle.
as you walk down the sidewalk, you check your little bag to make sure the container of your cake isn’t tilted, and in the moment, you bump into someone. the coffee in your hand slips and lands on the person in front of you.
a curse slips out your lips, some of the coffee manages to land on your shoulder and upper right side of your chest. you groan, not looking up at the person in front of you and instead crouching down to pick up the bag you’ve just dropped.
“you’re not even going to bat an eye at her?” a voice scoffs from above, you look up to spot two familiar faces: one, the last girl you had knocked out and two, her little friend. “did the win make you so dense?”
“hanni relax, it’s fine–”
“no! she barely batted an eye at you after she won! shouldn’t boxers have more sportsmanship?”
the boxer above you puts a hand on the shorter girl’s shoulder, trying to cool her down as you stand up. the girl you had beat earlier – yunjin – she looks at you and tightens her jaw, hesitating before looking away.
“i’m, i’m sorry for that, for my friend.” she apologizes. you examine her more, noticing that only a bit of coffee landed on her t-shirt and the rest had spilt on you and the ground – it wasn’t that big of a deal. “it’s a small stain, the shirt is navy. sorry for your coffee.”
before you can respond, the shorter woman looks at yunjin confusedly, then pushes her back a bit so that she’s standing closer to you. she has to look up a bit, tilting her head as she meets your unbothered gaze.
“no, yunjin, she should apologize.” the woman spits, “you bump into my friend and spill coffee on her–”
“it’s barely anything–” yunjin butts in, but her little friend puts a finger to her lips.
“you better apologize, that win didn’t make you any better than anyone you’ve beat.”
you look the girl up and down, then at yunjin who’s looking regretful and slightly embarrassed. you fix the slice of cake in your bag, catching the shorter girl looking at you like you’re crazy, then sigh out tiredly.
“hey, yunjin, right?”
she nods, then hums, “yeah.”
you glance back at her friend, shrinking her down with just your eyes. you catch the way her jaw tightens and the flicker of fear in her eyes.
“tame your little friend, ‘kay?” you firmly say, then brush past the two of them.
hanni cannot believe her eyes, or anything. how can someone be so arrogant?
she watches you casually walking off with an empty coffee cup in one hand and a small plastic bag in the other; her brows crease with anger as she starts to storm towards you, hearing yunjin’s attempts at verbally stopping her fading in the back.
you feel someone tugging at your flannel from behind, gasping lowly before turning around to meet yunjin’s little friend again.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“relax.”
“apologize.” she grips your forearm, taken aback from how firm the muscles in that area are. uncertainly, she adds, “now.”
you look her up and down again, amused by the sight. some girl – who is shorter and smaller than you – is trying to hold you – the person who just knocked her friend out – back in an attempt for some stupid, haste ‘apology.’
“what are you going to do if i don’t?” you ask, partly because you’re curious and the other reason being that this is far too entertaining. “punch me? throw a hook? what are you, 5 feet tall?”
“five feet and three inches you ass!”
“uh huh.” you sigh, shaking her hand off with your forearm. “fuck off.”
hanni watches you walk away again, before she can walk after you, yunjin grabs her and holds her back – this time with all her strength, the rest that she has left after those matches. hanni shouts at you through gritted teeth, yunjin puts a hand over her mouth and scolds her for being an idiot.
“are you crazy?”
“she’s an ass!”
“yeah but… stop making a scene! you just moved here, don’t go starting shit on your first day.”
“but she’s–”
“hanni.” yunjin turns her around and places both hands on either shoulder, looking her dead in the eye and then shaking her head tiredly. “can we just grab something to eat, i’m so fucking tired.”
yunjin’s best friend rolls her eyes before making a small “hmph” noise, crossing her arms before walking towards the cafe that you had just left.
–
hanni grabs a post fight meal with yunjin, then takes multiple photos at some random photobooth in a mall nearby, and finally gets dropped off at where she’s staying thanks to yunjin, considering the fact that hanni has nothing but a bus pass – not even a metro card.
hanni enters the house, smelling the wonderful aroma of what she believes is garlic and onion being sauteed in the kitchen. she smiles, happy that her grandpa is home and cooking up something delicious.
she kicks off her shoes, then starts to walk over to the kitchen, only to see someone turned to the stove – a tall, athletic, toned, and feminine looking back – someone that is not her grandpa.
immediately, she gasps, then covers her mouth. she watches the figure turn, then takes her hand off her mouth to gasp again.
“what the hell are you doing in my house?”
“what the hell are you doing here?”
“this is my house?!” hanni exclaims, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of fear. technically, it isn’t really hanni’s house, but through family ties, it might as well be. “get out! are you fucking—are you stalking me? is this because of before? what, are you going to punch me or—”
her breath catches, words failing her as you step forward, closing the distance between you two. you’re in her space now, forcing her to tilt her head up slightly to meet your narrowed gaze. the intensity in your eyes makes her breath hitch again, and she’s keenly aware of how scrutinizing your stare is. she takes in your sharp, intimidating presence, noting how your eyes bore down on her from above. you’re nearly a head taller, clearly stronger, your tank top revealing the evidence of your hard work, while she’s standing there in the casual, unassuming attire of an average college student. she would be lying her ass off if she said she wasn’t scared right now.
“i’m not going to pick a fight with someone like you,” you state, looking her up and down, your tone dripping with condescension. the height difference, the bandage on your nose from the matches you won; everything about you screams physical superiorty, and hanni feels a flare of anger. but even though she’s willing to fight, you’re making it clear that you don’t see her as a threat.
“the hell does that mean you bitch?”
you move your head slight closer so you’re up in her face, letting out a small, amused chuckle.
“watch your mouth.”
“how about you learn personal space!” hanni groans, using her hand to push your shoulder lightly as she steps back and furthers the distance between you two. “where are your manners?”
“you really wanna start something again?”
“shut the hell up, you’re the one in my place.”
“this is michael’s place.” you correct her. “you don’t look anything like him,” well, she does have his eyes and nose. “do you even know him?”
“the hell? of course i know michael, he’s my grandpa you sack of shit!” hanni scoffs, crossing her arms angrily.
your brows furrow and you retreat back just a bit. “he’s your what?”
“my–” before hanni finishes her sentence, you two turn your heads to the sound coming from behind the stairs. both of you watch an older man appear with two bags of groceries and a surprised look on his face as soon as he spots you two.
he looks between you both, grin growing as he approaches the two of you. “oh! i see you two have met!”
“michael, who is this?”
“grandpa, who–”
“ah, i should’ve introduced you two, or given a little heads up.”
a heads-up would’ve been great.
you’re standing just a foot away from the girl who tried to pounce on you outside a café, the same girl who had to be restrained by her friend—the friend you knocked out cold. and now, as fate would have it, like the universe thinks you’re some type of joke, she turns out to be the granddaughter of the man who helped you get back on your feet.
a warning would’ve been more than just great, but it’s kind of – very – late to give one.
“well, y/n, this is hanni, my granddaughter, and hanni, this is y/n. do you remember the l/n’s? she’s their granddaughter!”
hanni blinks, her jaw dropping. the l/n’s, as in the l/n’s who saved her grandpa from some gang years before she was born, the same l/n’s that let him stay at their place during his earuly adult years, the same l/n’s he would talk about like they were some type of saviors.
the same so called ‘saviors’ who’s descendant had been a bitch at in the cafe.
“oh.” hanni says, looking back at you and tightening her jaw. “really now?” she says softly, trying to let the information sink in.
“yes! why don’t you guys introduce each other.” he suggests. you look back at hanni like he’s just told some unbelievable, sick lie. she looks at you with grossed out features, as if you had some type of disease. “come on now,” he walks over to hold both your wrists, bringing you two closer and moving your hands over so they make contact.
hanni stares at the hands in disgust, and you mirror her.
you sigh before loosely grabbing her hand and shaking it, greeting lowly, “nice to meet you hanni.”
she grips your hand tight in an attempt to intimidate you, but it’s nothing, barely half a kilogram of force. “nice to meet you y/n.”
you squeeze her hand just barely, earning a gasp from her and barely containing a laugh, only flashing an amused smile at the now annoyed woman in front of you.
michael smiles at the two of you, clearly missing the tension and obvious rivalry in the air before saying, “glad you two are getting along. hanni here is moving in, she’s going to the university nearby.”
“is that so?” you raise a brow at hanni, she pulls her hand away and shakes it off like a virus is on her hand.
“yeah, nursing.”
“i bet they’d love your little self there, huh?”
hanni bites her lip in an attempt to hold herself back from cursing at you. she opts for smiling at her grandpa and saying, “hey, i’m going to unpack now gramps, okay?”
“right! i forgot, you should definitely do that. hey, y/n, why don’t you help her out?”
“me?”
“her?” hanni asks, earning another offended glare from you. “i’m fine, really.”
“no, no, your luggage is quite heavy – and a large load. go on now, you two can bond while i make dinner,” he says cheerfully, pushing you two in the direction of the stairs. “have fun!”
–
you and hanni are fighting every single demon and voice in your heads in order to not to insult each other. you stand at the entrance of the guest bedroom, looking at the three boxes on the ground in front of the empty bed. hanni sighs, starting to unzip the suitcase that she rolls from the corner.
“you a hoarder or–?”
“shut up.” hanni spits, opening her suitcase and unpacking her clothes onto the bed. “you piss me off.”
“because i spilled coffee on your friend?”
“well you were a bitch about it.”
“it wasn’t that serious, it’s never that serious.”
“you won that fuckass tournament and now you think you’re better than her–”
“i never said that–”
“shut up!” hanni groans, turning around to glare at you. you tilt your head and she groans again, “make yourself useful with you boxer muscles and move the boxes on the ground out of the way.”
“now you need my help.”
“i’ll fuck you up just you watch.”
“yeah, right.” you snicker, looking her up and down as you lean against the doorframe. “i’m terrified.”
“make yourself useful you asshole.” hanni orders, turning back to stack a pile of shorts on the bed.
you roll your eyes, sighing loudly as you walk over, bend down, and lift a box that’s a bit heavier than you’d like to admit. nonetheless, you manage to pick it up, then put it on the desk in the room.
“jesus christ,” the box lands with a little thud and you huff lightly. “you got all that anger inside you in here or…?”
hanni doesn’t respond, instead, she kicks the back of your leg with her foot. you simply laugh, making her kick you again.
“it’s your ego in there, idiot.”
“uh huh.” you click your tongue against the back of your teeth, turning back to help her out more.
–
hanni has settled in well, though that’s unfortunately thanks to your help—help you were more or less forced to provide. moving everything in, showing her around the area, it’s all because you couldn’t say no when michael looked at you with that signature proud smile.
the two of you exchange few words during what you loosely call a ‘tour.’ really, it’s just you walking her around the neighborhood, pointing out the nicer spots and which neighbors are the biggest complainers, before leading her to the bus stop. hanni, for her part, stays curious, her eyes roaming over anything that catches her interest, offering small smiles to the passerbys and throwing grimaces at you.
you show her around downtown, just around her campus for a bit, making sure not to bump into her again after you two had made the wrong step and accidentally bumped shoulders.
“are you picking a fight?” hanni asks, turning fully to face you, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up.
“i’d rather jump off that building over there,” you say, pointing to the ten-story structure looming in the distance. “--than lay a finger on you.”
“asshole.”
she rolls her eyes at you, scoffing in that way she always does when she’s annoyed. the way she looks in her oversized quarter-zip and sweatpants, with those big, clear frames perched on her nose, almost makes you laugh. there’s something oddly endearing about it, even if you won’t admit it out loud. the feeling is enough to tug a small smile to your lips, a quiet chuckle escaping before you can stop it. she looks like an idiot, a stupid, short idiot.
hanni notices, of course, and pushes you with her shoulder, her expression a mix of irritation and something softer you can’t quite place.
you drop her off back at the house, handing her your spare key and watching her open the door. she unlocks it and the door opens just a bit, but before she steps inside, she turns to you.
hanni huffs quietly, then looks you in the eye.
“thanks, i guess.”
“i guess?”
“yeah, i guess.”
“you’re welcome,” you say amusingly, looking down at her and analyzing just a bit. “i guess.”
she shakes her head and steps inside the house, you don’t step away until she’s fully inside and you hear the lock click.
–
the two of you don’t run into each other for a little over a week, but neither of you can stop thinking about the other here and there, despite how much it annoys you.
you’ve been busy with work, fixing up things around your apartment, and spending time with friends before they get caught up in the chaos of school. your days have been a mix of runs, training, and lifting weights at michael’s home, with the surprising bonus of not running into hanni. it’s been peaceful, almost too peaceful, but you’re not complaining.
hanni, on the other hand, has been getting settled into the town and adjusting to her new classes. she’s spent the week mingling with new people, going over her first few notes, and tweaking her schedule to make sure she stays on top of everything. she’s the type who thrives in a flexible routine, something that keeps her grounded and stress-free, so she’s been focused on creating that for herself.
even though you haven’t crossed paths, the thought of each other lingers in the back of your minds, a low-level irritation (and maybe just a bit of infatuation) that neither of you can quite shake off.
the next time you run into each other, hanni is sitting at her desk, highlighting a few terms and studying some diagrams when she hears faint music and the rhythmic sound of something being hit, followed by the clinking of chains. at first, she perks up, curiosity piqued, but she dismisses it, turning her own music up to drown out the distraction.
but the noise doesn’t stop. in fact, it gets louder, the chains clinking so persistently that hanni finally gives in. she sets her highlighter down and gets up, irritation mixing with curiosity. she doesn’t see anything at first, just an open garage door across the way. so, she heads downstairs, still in her pajamas—an oversized t-shirt and old middle school gym shorts.
when she reaches the garage, she opens the door to find you, drenched in sweat, going at it with a punching bag. you’re throwing a series of rapid punches, each one landing with a solid thud, your breaths sharp and controlled.
hanni stands there for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of it all, the sight of you completely absorbed in your workout, the focus etched on your face as the chains rattle with each strike.
then she shakes herself out of her trance, closing the door behind her loudly and earning your attention.
“what are you doing?”
you land one last blow to the sandbag before looking at her as you catch your breath. “what does it look like i’m doing, reading?” you ask sarcastically, feeling a drop of sweat drip off your chin.
“ugh,” hanni puts on a random pair of slides on the ground before walking up to you. “could you keep it down? i have to study, ever heard of that?”
“nerd.” you mumble, eyes narrowing at the frames she has on. “close the windows.”
“hot air rises.”
“fan?”
“y/n.” hanni groans. “some people are trying to get a degree.”
“and some people need some extra cash.” you retort, turning back and landing another blow at the bag.
she groans again, shaking her head and biting her lip before she kicks your leg. you stop, turning back over with an annoyed look plastered on your face.
“could you please just lower the volume of your music down? and maybe close the garage door?”
“it’s hot in here.”
“it’s hot up there too, don’t be soft.”
you scoff, raising your eyebrows. “me? soft?”
hanni pinches the bridge of her nose, she looks irritated beyond measure – it’s really amusing. “i could care less if you have to fight later, i’m trying to do some work for uni and if you could just cooperate – please.”
you almost fight back – verbally of course, with some snarky comeback or something like that – but the genuine distress shown on her face makes you back down. you inhale sharply, then exhale slowly, looking out the garage door before you start to take off your gloves.
“fine, whatever.” you mumble before using your teeth to peel the velcro portion off. “i only practiced for twenty minutes but fine.”
hanni feels a twinge of guilt as she watches you angrily toss the gloves into the corner. she sees the way your hands slick back your damp hair, your movements rough and frustrated as you grab your bag. you wipe the sweat from your face with a towel, but her eyes are drawn to the way the light glistens off your back, the defined muscles highlighted by sweat and shadows. when you turn, hanni’s gaze catches on the hint of your abs peeking out from your tank top, and she quickly looks away, her jaw tightening as she forces herself not to stare.
her eyes wander to a photo pinned up on the garage wall. it’s of you and her grandpa, standing side by side. you’re smiling proudly, and he’s raising your hand in victory, a small medal clutched in your other hand. the sight makes hanni exhale, the irritation she felt earlier softening a bit.
before you can leave, she steps forward, stopping you in your tracks.
you turn to face her, looking at her questionably. “what?”
“hey,” hanni looks away, seemingly making up her mind about whatever she’s about to say or do. “i… i get home at around three if i’m studying after classes, that’s a better time to you know… do your stuff.”
“i work, hanni.”
“well, it was just a suggestion.” she looks at you intensely, eyes focused on yours. “or just… turn your music down… or something.”
“thanks for the suggestion, asshole.”
“hey!”
you can’t help but chuckle, a small smile accdientally forming before you put your poker face back on. “you’ll get used to it.”
“i hate you.”
“whatever, tell that to michael.” you add finally before flipping her off as you walk away; you hear hanni scoffing from behind.
–
you sneak in practice when hanni’s not home or when michael offers to help because there’s nothing better than taking out whatever you feel out on a punching bag or in the air.
hanni is too preoccupied with work and her new friends to think about what a nuisance you are, but still, she finds time here and there everyday for you to pop up in her mind. she groans everytime your dumb face flickers in her brain, scoffing and shaking her head.
sometimes you even think of hanni, mostly when you’re in michael’s house and not getting scolded – for some reason, the absence of bickering with hanni and the hostility in the air makes you feel strange, almost like somethings missing despite your very little time with her.
neither of you bat an eye – this is a lie, both of you do, but as subtly as you can – when it comes to the thought of each other. it’s nothing, it can’t be.
–
minjeong kept you out, making you tag along with her little group of friends for dinner. all of you had barbeque and were laughing at the texts from aeri’s new talking stage.
it’s a boatload of cliche, sappy romantic lines that were probably found in a book he had picked up in the library. it’s oddly cliche and corny, things ranging from ‘you’re brighter than the sun, my love’ to ‘van gogh could never pain anything as beautiful as you’ and it has the whole table bursting out into laughter. sure, it was charming in its own way, but still, you cackled after watching jimin nearly spit out her beer after reading through all of it.
“jesus christ, who is this guy?” minjeong scoffs.
aeri sips on her drink, shrugging. “some guy in my statistics class, heeseung or something.”
“and you haven’t blocked him?” you chuckle, sipping on your soda. you were never a drinker despite your high tolerance, always opting for something without alcohol and being the token sober friend. “you’re stronger than me.”
“he’s cute! he’s just… icky over text. i swear he’s better in person. he’s like, super sweet and shit – in a frat too but he’s not like most frat guys.”
minjeong nudges your shoulder and looks at you with raised brows, you give her a knowing look and laugh to yourself. she leans over and mutters in your ear, “how much are you betting that they become official?”
“pftt, two weeks. aeri seems more than entertained, maybe enamored?”
“if it’s less than, you owe me twenty bucks.”
you roll your eyes, finishing your diet coke. “ass.”
“it’s a deal~” minjeong cheers before both of you return to the conversation, watching jimin give another judgy look after seeing his instagram.
just then, your phone buzzes against the table and you turn to check it. there’s a text from michael, so you quickly look over to unlock your phone with your face and read the message; there’s something about michael asking you to take the morning shift instead of the evening, which makes you sigh.
you love your friends, but michael and work have to come first sometimes.
“hey guys, i gotta go. sorry.” you sigh, picking up your little bag.
“what?” aeri whines, “it’s only eight?”
“i have to cover the morning, probably aki’s fault. i’m sorry – here.” you slap two ten dollar bills down, offering an apologetic smile. “it’s for the tip, use the other ten for dessert or something. sorry again, let’s hang next week?”
“ugh, fine.” minjeong groans before giving you a little side hug. she smiles at you and pinches your cheek, something all of your friends do since you’re the youngest of the bunch. “see you, asshole.”
“uh huh, fuck you too.” you joke, then wave to the rest. “bye.”
you walk out of the small barbeque restaurant and fix the tank top on your body, groaning at the small oil stain on the bottom of it. you sigh before continuing to walk down the road, fixing your hair as the wind messes it up.
your ear twitches when you hear a whistle, then a remark that makes your head turn.
“hey sweetheart, let me get a piece of that…” just the sound of it tells you it’s some drunkie, when you catch sight of three men, your assumption is proved correct.
“c’mon baby, don’t be shy now.” another one says, leaning against the wall as his other friend walks over to the woman passing by, tugging at her wrist lightly.
“hey, don’t be an ass, you’re too pretty to–”
you step forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the group. she looks at you, first confused, then with a flicker of gratitude as you motion for her to leave with a quick wave of your hand. she doesn’t hesitate, scurrying down the road while you turn back to face the three men in front of you.
their faces are flushed, a deep red from anger or alcohol—or maybe both. their hair is messy, beards scraggly and unkempt, and their eyes narrow as they take you in. one of them, bolder than the others, strides up and grabs your wrist. but you twist it sharply, making him wince and pull back with a pained groan.
“you wanna be a brave little bitch, huh?” he sneers, rubbing his wrist.
you shake his hand off and shove him back, your gaze hard and unflinching. his friends laugh darkly, stepping up beside him. they’re all taller, but not by much, and the height difference doesn’t faze you. you stand your ground, eyes locked on them with a cold intensity that makes their chuckles falter.
“look at you, you’re pretty too huh princess?”
“and you look like you were made with a quick nut.” you scoff stepping back as he steps forward.
“the hell did you say?”
“you heard me.”
he pokes the inside of his cheek before grabbing your wrist again, his grip tight enough so you can’t repeat your escape from his hold.
“oh, i’m gonna make you regret that, you little whore—” his threat is cut short as your fist connects with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. he groans, clutching his cheek and letting go of your wrist.
before you can catch your breath, his friend grabs your arm and slams you against the brick wall. your shoulder scrapes against the rough surface, tearing the skin and drawing blood. you try to push forward, but another man shoves you back, forcing you to hit the same spot again. the impact knocks the wind out of you, and you gasp, the pain sharp and immediate.
they surround you, blocking any view of the street. their smirks widen, and you can feel the danger closing in. but as one of them makes a move, you react instinctively, throwing a hook that catches him off guard and sends him stumbling back. his friends pause, shocked, before they turn to you, arms raised, fists clenched.
“so you think you’re tough, huh? that’s cute…” one of them slurs, stepping closer.
you don’t hesitate. you drive a jab straight into his chest, forcing the air out of him and making him stagger. the last man lunges at you, but you sidestep him, landing a solid blow to his jaw. he crumples, and you’re left standing, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you face the remaining two who are back up, ready for whatever comes next.
–
hanni is sprawled out on the couch, completely absorbed in the latest season of her favorite show. she’s nestled against the armrest, legs stretched out so far that her toes nearly graze the opposite end. her eyes are glued to the screen, knuckles brushing her lips as she watches the unfolding drama with bated breath. the sound of the door unlocking barely registers; she assumes it’s just her grandpa coming home.
“hi grandpa!” she calls out, not bothering to glance away from the screen. but instead of the usual warm greeting, there’s only the sound of the door closing with an unexpected force. that makes her pause. she hits the pause button and finally turns her head, eyebrows knitting together when she sees you heading toward the kitchen.
there’s something off about the way you move—your shoulders are slumped, and you lean heavily against the counter as soon as you reach it. it’s then that hanni notices the blood staining your shoulder, her eyes widening. she’s on her feet in an instant, rushing over in her oversized pajamas.
“y/n?” she gasps, her voice tight with concern as she takes in the sight of your scratched back, exposed by your tank top. “what happened?”
“nothing.” you lie, opening the cupboard and grabbing the first aid kit.
“why are you so–” hanni catches herself before she insults you. “are you okay?”
“it’s just a scratch, go enjoy your show.”
“your shoulder is bleeding, and there are scrapes all over your back.” this is the first time hanni’s seen you in almost a month, and instead of you just showing up to exist and annoy her like usual, you’re battered and bruised. you’ve got blood seeping out from a cut on your shoulder, scratches on your jaw, and more dried blood on the edge of your nostril – probably from a prior nosebleed. there’s even a small cut on your neck, and overall, you look completely wrecked. hanni looks you up and down before pointing out the obvious, “this is not just a scratch.”
“thanks, sherlock,” you mutter as you tear open an alcohol wipe packet. “i got into a fight.”
“for money? how did gloves lead to this?” she asks, bewildered.
“no, not for money.” you wince as the alcohol stings your wound, but you keep going. “some guys were catcalling this woman... probably would’ve done worse to her if i hadn’t stepped in.”
“jesus… what happened after you stepped in?” hanni’s voice softens as she watches you closely, her eyes tracing the tension in your arm as you clean the wound.
“they pushed me against a brick wall and tried to fight me. it was three against one, but they were drunk. it wasn’t easy, but it’s handled. it’s nothing,” you say, brushing it off as you grab the nearest gauze and the biggest bandage you can find.
hanni makes a disgusted face, then it softens into something of worry.
you start to wash your hands and hanni can’t help but gaze at you for a while, you look back at her as your hands rub soap around, keeping eye contact and biting down on your teeth.
“you’re so fucking wreckless.”
“thanks hanni.” you say sarcastically, turning back to rinse your hands and shake them dry. “you’re so sweet.”
“why didn’t you just run? they were drunk and you’re–”
“asshole’s deserve bruises.” you answer. “i fight because i like to, and sometimes it’s necessary in situations like this.”
“do you like getting hurt?” hanni asks, “what the hell is wrong with you.” it unintentionally comes out harsh, surprising you both.
“oh, so i can’t fight drunk assholes who only think with their dicks? what the fuck is your problem? why do you care?” you snap, stepping closer to hanni, sizing her up. “you’re all ‘you piss me off’ until i do something that has nothing to do with you.”
“well!” hanni starts, her voice wavering as she takes in your expression, eventually backing down. “i don’t know, okay? it’s just… you’re hurt. i’m studying to work in a fucking hospital, so of course, i’m going to be bothered by an injury. you should’ve let it go.”
“then be bothered by other people’s injuries, not mine,” you reply, your voice stern as you look down at her, your gaze sharp. hanni shivers under your intense stare, breaking eye contact by shaking her head and scoffing quietly. you start packing up the first aid kit, your back to her as you add, “i’m staying in the room upstairs tonight. don’t come worrying your ass off.”
“fuck you,” hanni groans, crossing her arms defensively.
“go finish your show,” you mumble, brushing your shoulder against hers as you walk past without looking back. but hanni does—she turns around, catching you stomping towards the stairs in silence.
she pinches the bridge of her nose as she heads back to the couch, flopping down with a frustrated sigh. “see if i care…” she grumbles, resuming her show.
hanni tries to focus on the tension between the two leads on screen, but she can’t shake the tension between the two of you. it lingers, gnawing at her, and she finds herself angry at you but even angrier at herself. she can’t pinpoint why, but it frustrates her to the point of a near headache.
hanni hates you, she hates how stupidly careless you are, how you’ve gotten hurt, and the fact that you’re making her worry.
she despises you.
-
your whole body is sore from what you had endured the night prior, but it doesn’t stop you from making a coffee in the morning.
you lean against the counter and hold yourself up with your hand, clutching your shoulder with the other. it still hurts, it had hurt even more as you changed the bandaid waiting for your coffee to drop, but it had to happen.
as you pour a glass, you hear someone going down the stairs and the contact of their feet hitting the wooden floor reverberating throughout the quiet house. hanni comes into vision in a few seconds, rubbing her eyes and then tying up her bedhead to reveal a puffy face.
avoiding eye contact, you look away, leaving her with the view of the side of your face and the bandaid on your shoulder.
it’s silent, yet the tension seems like a siren blaring in your ears.
hanni walks past you, grabbing an empty glass before trudging over to the fridge. the sound of water filling the glass echoes in the quiet kitchen as you sip your coffee, the gulp a little too loud in the stillness. you can hear every step she takes, the soft shuffle as she leans against the counter across from you, the gentle clink of the glass as she brings it to her lips. each sip she takes seems to resonate, followed by a small sigh that hangs in the air. everything feels heightened— every sound, every movement — everything.
you turn around and make your way to the sink – right next to hanni – and dump the rest of your coffee down the drain because you can’t finish it in front of her. neither of you bat an eye at each other, despite your faces being a hand or two apart. hanni sips on her water, you let the running water fill the silence until you decide to say something.
“i’m going to work.”
“okay.”
“okay.” you respond, turning to finally catch a glimpse of her face again, side profile and all enhanced by the light.
you grab your work bag on the table and put on your cap, not batting an eye at her as you walk towards the door.
“wait,” hanni says suddenly, making you turn around again to face her. you raise your brows, expecting more from her. “don’t be reckless.” she adds, looking you dead in the eye.
you tense up, looking right back at her.
“whatever.” you mumble, turning back around to leave.
–
not only did michael make you work from eight in the morning until three, he makes you clock out to see a text saying “hey, could you pick up hanni?” the same hanni that you had argued with last night because you were stubborn, in pain, and still angry at three assholes to the point that you had lashed out on his innocent granddaughter for no reason.
you’re in debt to michael forever (basically – in your mind that’s the case) so of course you respond with a small thumbs up emoji.
now you find yourself back in your car, on the way to the university hanni goes to, which, is conveniently and frighteningly the same university your friends go to. if they had caught you picking up a girl, who knows what remarks they’d bring to the table the next time you see them.
(it’s not the fact that it’s just a girl, it’s the fact that hanni isn’t ugly in the slightest, not at all.)
(pretty even, but that could be pushing it.)
(it’s not pushing it, not at all the more you think about it.)
(you decide to shake hanni off your mind.)
you park by the public health building, waiting for michael’s granddaughter to show up. you sigh, looking at all the students passing by and sighing even harder looking at the dumb couples hand in hand. the last time you tried loving, it made it hard to even consider being in something like that – being enamored.
you’re back to earth when you catch a girl with overgrown bangs in a oversized jersey and sweats in the distance. she’s grinning and giggling with two other women you don’t recognize, even pushing one in the shoulder and smiling wide.
it hits you that you’ve never seen her like this… joyful? it’s partly your fault, holding onto that stupid grudge you can’t let go of, but still, it’s strange seeing her so open. she crinkles her nose, laughs with her mouth wide, and throws her head back just a bit—it’s oddly cute, even adorable. something about it unsettles you, though, like you’re witnessing a side of her you were never meant to see. even then, you feel one corner of your lips turning up just barely.
she’s closer to the car, looking around as her friend says something inaudible. then she catches you in her field of vision and her smile falters slightly, it unsettles you even more.
“i’ll see you guys tomorrow, bye!” hanni waves to her two friends, then walks towards your car. she opens the door to the passengers side and takes off her bag before settling in.
it’s silent when she closes it, other than the faint sound of your rnb playlist in the background and the click of hanni’s seatbelt. you shift the stick and start to get out of where you are, hanni looks forward and out the window.
once you make it to the stoplight before leaving the grounds, you take the opportunity the red light gives you to speak.
“i’m sorry.”
hanni turns her head at your sudden apology, looking at you like you’ve just spat nonsense.
“what?”
“i’m sorry for… being so,” you grip the wheel tighter, turning your head just a bit to meet her gaze. “you know, stubborn.”
“is this about last night?”
you gulp. “yeah.”
“oh, okay.” hanni says, looking back and watching the light turn green.
you slowly hit the gas and turn the wheel. “i was really um, angry last night, from everything.” you start again, eyes on the road. “i didn’t mean to be a bitch.”
“look who’s self-aware.”
“shut the hell up.”
“what an apology.” hanni says, though not without smiling to herself a bit. she looks at the bandaid on your neck, then asks, “are you good?”
“i’m fine, it was just a scratch.”
“right.”
“i literally box, hanni.”
“with gloves and a ref.”
“wow! good eye.” you say bluntly, making her snicker a bit. hanni smiles, not quite like you had seen her smile before, but the way her lips turn make you smile yourself.
she looks out the window on her side for a bit, you keep driving and turn up the volume along the way.
“why did you start boxing?” she asks out of the blue.
you glance at her for a split second, she’s still gazing out the window. “my grandpa boxed.”
“do you like it? doesn’t it hurt?”
“it’s–” you pause, thinking of a response that doesn’t reveal too much. “--thrilling. i mean, i just… bottle up a lot. it’s the only way i get all of it out.”
“is it?”
“i guess? kinda. you should box, seems like you’ve got a lot in that tiny body of yours.” you joke.
“i’d rather jump off a building.” hanni pretends to shiver. “i don’t know how you or yunjin do it.”
“you’d love it, just put on gloves and go crazy.”
she rolls her eyes, leaning against the glass as you turn the corner.
the rest of the ride is silent.
–
two weeks later, you’re sitting down on the couch in your apartment and watching more of your grandpa’s matches. there’s something beautiful and equally as admirable in how swift and agile he is with each move, easily taking down anyone in his way. you replay certain moments, specifically his hooks that you tried your best to replicate.
in the middle of it all, you hear a knock on your door.
you turn, looking confused because why would anyone be at your place? maybe minjeong left something again, but she hasn’t been at your place in over a week.
you open the door, not minding that you’re literally in a sports bra and boy shorts looking like you’ve just gotten out at bed, and widen your eyes at the sight of hanni in your view.
hanni, on the other hand, tenses up at the sight of you.
your whole body is on display, but not in the way yunjin does it—dressed to impress, ready to make out with whoever catches her eye at parties. yours is a different kind of exposure, casual and unintentional, almost domestic. it catches hanni off guard, all of it. her eyes trace the small strawberry tattoo just above your waistline, lingering on the subtle curve and tone of your abdomen. the way your skin glistens under the dimmed light overhead makes it even harder for her to look away.
she’s staring – blatantly.
you clear your throat, leaning your head down a bit as you put your hand against the doorframe.
“what are you doing here?”
“what?” hanni shoots her head up to match your level. “oh, my grandpa needed something.”
“did he? shit… i borrowed his cooking shit for a house party–” you groan, “just come inside, sit down on the couch.”
hanni does as she’s told, you let her inside and she’s taken aback by how… neat it is.
hanni always thought of you as someone angry and stubborn—your first impressions and the way you carried yourself made her believe you’d be disorganized, a bit all over the place. but now, sitting in your apartment, she realizes how wrong she was. the earthy tones, the carefully placed trinkets, the neatly arranged shelves, and the thoughtfully chosen furniture all speak to a side of you she didn’t expect. as she sits on the couch, her eyes drift to the small plant by your tv and the man locked in the middle of a match on the screen. she glances at the coffee table, stacked with boxing and vintage magazines. your place is nice, unexpectedly so.
you return with a box balanced against your side, holding it in place with one hand while you use the other to clear the coffee table. placing the box down, you settle into the smaller seat opposite her, leaning back with a sigh. you manspread casually, your posture relaxed as you take a moment to unwind.
it’s oddly alluring, hanni thinks, she wants to stop thinking forever as soon as the thought even processes through her brain.
“that should be all of it.” you yawn and rub your eyes. “tell michael i said sorry for forgetting.”
“right, yeah.” hanni’s staring at you, she can’t seem to take her eyes off you, not when you look so… tolerable?
“did you need something else or…?”
“no,” hanni coughs, shaking her head. “but i need you to take me somewhere um, this saturday. my grandpa is gone for the weekend.”
“am i your uber now? i don’t know if i can, i’m going out on saturday.”
“oh, nevermind then.”
“where do you need to go?” you ask, “i can make arrangements, i guess.”
“a party”
“you party?” you snicker, looking at her amused. “i didn’t know you had a social life.”
“you are actually the most annoying person i know.” she grabs the box, then starts to stand. “nevermind, you ass.”
she starts to walk away, heading toward the door, but your touch halts her. hanni feels the gentle tug of your finger hooked around the back of her zip-up’s neckline, the fabric pulling her back slightly. she turns to face you, confusion etched in her expression as she meets your gaze.
“i’ll take you, loser.” you release your finger from her hoodie. “what’s your number?”
“my what?”
“number hanni, what you use to text and call people. one, two, three, four, five, six and so on… you know, the digits on your little phone.” your tone reminds her of a kindergarten teacher talking to a child, or some soft parenting method – it’s teasing and hanni would punch you if it weren’t for the box she was holding.
she manages to stomp on your foot, making you say ‘ow’ jokingly. then she gives you her number, you send a text, a simple ‘asshole’ and smiling when you hear the little buzz from her pocket.
“just text me the address, oh, and by the way,” you say, tugging lightly at the sleeve of her zip-up hoodie, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric. “where’d you get this?” your eyes trace the way it drapes over her, the oversized fit somehow flattering. it falls just past her waist, the sleeves hanging slightly, giving her a cozy, effortless look. maybe it’s just her that makes it work so well. maybe it’s just her.
she shrugs, muttering, “i don’t know, my grandpa gave it to me and said it’d fit.”
“it’s a little big on you,” you tease, a smirk playing on your lips. “might fit someone taller.”
“i will throw this box at you,” hanni groans, rolling her eyes. you laugh softly, opening the door for her, watching as she steps into the hallway.
“hey, hanni,” you call after her, making her pause and glance back. she tilts her head, curious, as you add with a mischievous grin, “that’s my zip-up, by the way.”
she freezes, her cheeks flushing as she processes your words. she looks down at the hoodie, suddenly aware of how comfortable it feels, how it smells faintly like you. you’re terrible, she thinks, hating the weird flutter in her stomach, the way her blush deepens. everything about you, your stupid remarks, your annoying personality, and that oddly cute nature—it all makes her feel things she can’t quite name, and it drives her crazy.
hanni hates you.
(just a little less now, or maybe more – she hates how confused you render her.)
–
you send hanni a simple ‘here.’ text and stand outside the door waiting for her, hands in your pockets as you look at the overgrown grass that needs to be cut soon – most likely by you. as much as you dread it, you’ll be getting some good food after, that’s always promised.
the door opens a few minutes later and hanni appears, you’re taken aback.
she’s fucking gorgeous.
a loose white baby t-shirt clings to her softly, revealing just a hint of her delicate stomach and the subtle curve that draws your eye without meaning to. her low-rise jeans ride low enough to show the waistband of her underwear, adding to the effortless appeal. when you finally look up at her, your lips part slightly, caught off guard by how striking she is. her full, plump lips are highlighted by a touch of makeup that emphasizes their natural shape. though her makeup is minimal, the slight smokiness around her eyes and the rosy blush on her cheeks bring out her features in a way that feels almost intimate. her bangs fall just above her eyes, partially obscuring her forehead, and the hoops in her ears add a finishing touch. everything about her compels you to take a second look, your heart skipping a beat in the process.
“are you ready?” hanni breaks you out of your trance, you blink and then look past her.
“yeah, sorry.”
she tries to read you, then shakes it off and walks past you and towards your car. you subconsciously look her up and down, furrowing your brows when it hits that you basically just checked her out.
was hanni always this… nice on the eyes?
hanni gets in the car first after you unlock it, you plop in the drivers seat check your messages, there’s an address in your groupchat with minjeong and the others. you decide to check it later, instead asking hanni to type her address in your phone, which is almost too similar to the one you had just seen in your notifications.
“hold on,” you mutter under your breath, staring at the address hanni had typed in and then at the one in your group chat. it’s the same address. “i think… we’re going to the same party.”
“you party?”
“okay you can’t ask me that, nerd. and yes, i do when i want.”
“whatever.” hanni rolls her eyes as you wait for the directions to pop up on your carplay screen. you take the time to settle your phone down in the cup holder, then gaze at hanni for a little, eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips once, then twice. hanni raises a brow, then asks bashfully, “what?”
“nothing,” you mumble, looking at her lips again. you reach her eyes one more time, making eye contact. “you just look really… good.” you admit, “i guess.”
“oh.” hanni just stares at you while you shift the car from ‘p’ to ‘d’, turning the car away from the curb and driving. she stares hard, focused on everything about you – from the satisfying curve of the side of your features to the sharp jawline of yours, and then to the skin of your abdomen that’s peeking out from the work jacket you have on.
she doesn’t say a word after that, instead scoffing playfully and making you smile softly. she puts on some random song from her playlist after forcefully taking the aux, accidentally playing a more intimate rnb song, making the tension in the air thicker.
–
you two make it to the house in less than ten minutes walking side by side. both of you can hear music blasting from inside, glancing at each other from the side and smiling to yourselves.
“my god…” hanni scoffs.
“what, you don’t like astroworld? travis scott isn’t even that bad, they could be playing fucking… juice wrld or something.”
“i hear sicko mode playing every other day outside the food courts… no thanks. and ew! who plays juice wrld at a party?”
you stifle a chuckle before walking over, hanni follows behind. you two make your way inside – the door had been unlocked already – and walk in. there’s more than just a handful of people, it’s like whoever hosted the function invited anyone they looked at. you spot your friends somewhere in the distance, locking eyes with aeri who smiles immediately after seeing you.
you nudge hanni’s shoulder, she glares at you while you throw a cocky smirk and say, “text me when you wanna leave, i’m gonna be sober, trust.” hanni nods at you, catching the way your eyes linger on her for a few more seconds, especially at her revealed skin, then watches you leave.
she walks through the house, eventually finding her own group of friends – including yunjin. yunjin questions hanni, mentioning that she saw you earlier with her, asking if she was just more than tipsy and seeing things. but hanni sighs, pretending to be bothered by your presence as she explains a shorter version of how you two grew to tolerate each other.
she leaves out the fact that maybe it’s because you’re just as charming and cute as you are annoying and cocky. she sugarcoats a lot about you, both the good and bad, making sure yunjin isn’t too bothered. thankfully, her older friend doesn’t mind, instead she shrugs and switches topics when minji arrives with haewon.
–
it’s been at least three hours of meeting a bunch of people from the university your friends – and coincidentally hanni – go to, playing beer bong without doing the whole drinking part, and for the past thirty minutes you’ve been watching minjeong flirt with girls from across the room and making stupid bets with aeri and jimin as she did so. ningning even snapped pictures of the tipsy flirt, making sure to remind herself to send it to the groupchat in the morning.
you check the time, brows raising at how late it is – nearly one in the morning.
“i’m going to find someone.”
“someone?” aeri raises her brows.
“it’s not like that, this girl i know.” you shove her playfully, then add, “might not be back, she has curfew – i’m giving her curfew, don’t trust her at all.”
“when did you get a girlfriend? let me meet her–”
“she’s not, shut up. i gotta go, i’ll text you or appear or something if i end up staying, see you.” you wave at your friends and then to the three others that had joined your little group conversation, lily? bae? yujin? you can’t remember clearly, but you’re probably right – you’re the only one with a functioning, sober brain in the moment anyway.
heading inside, you check your phone again. hanni texted you fifteen minutes ago saying she’d be waiting in the basement since her friends had left – most of them, the others were probably doing much more… thrilling things.
the basement wasn’t too hard to find. the music was loud, the room dimly lit, and the smell of alcohol mixed with something that is probably weed heavy in the air. you scan the room, jaw tightening and fists balling up when you catch some guy – the guy that you swear aeri was defending the night you got into a fight – all up on hanni.
what was his name? hongjoong? haneul? no, heeseung. that guy, heeseung, you catch him leaning in closer to hanni, his words drowned out by the music and his smile overly confident. hanni tried to laugh it off, but the discomfort was clear on her face. heeseung didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. he reached out to touch her arm, and that’s when rushed over and stepped in.
you pushed through the crowd, even the two guys about to lock lips, your heart pounding as you saw how close heeseung was getting. you knew he was drunk, and that made him unpredictable. you couldn’t stand by and watch this happen.
“hey man, back off,” you said firmly, stepping between him and hanni.
heeseung’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “what’s your problem? we’re just having fun.”
“she’s not interested,” you replied, keeping your voice steady. “leave her alone.”
heeseung’s expression darkened, and before you could react, he shoved you hard, making you stumble back. your instincts kicked in, and you quickly regained your footing, shoving him back with equal force.
“you wanna go, huh?” heeseung taunted, his voice dripping with bravado as he squared up to you.
the crowd around you started to take notice, some backing away while others watched with eager anticipation. you knew this wasn’t going to end well, it never does when you’re involved, but there was no turning back now, not with hanni on the line and at risk.
you didn’t want to fight, not really, but heeseung swung first, a wild punch that you barely dodged. now you have to fight him, it’s what you train yourself for anyway.
you retaliated, landing a solid hit to his side and yelling through the music, “back the fuck up.” but it only seemed to anger him more. hanni hides behind you, stepping back as you put a hand out to keep her away from the intoxicated asshole in front of you.
he lunges at you and you feel a sharp sting on your side, followed by the warmth of blood trickling down your ribcage. heeseung had managed to land a hit that split the skin over your rib, his ring slicing what wasn’t covered by your sports bra and jacket. you didn’t have time to dwell on it; you were so focused on keeping hanni away from him that you didn’t even notice the fist hurling at your face while you looked back to check on her. you could taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth, realizing he had hit your nose
but you weren’t backing down. you pushed through the pain, throwing another punch that connected with heeseung’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. he tried to come at you again, but you were quicker, sidestepping his attack and delivering a powerful hook to his gut. heeseung doubled over, gasping for breath, and you took the opportunity to finish the fight.
with one last punch, you sent him crashing to the floor. he groans in pain, clutching his side as he lay there, defeated. you stood over him, breathing heavily. your body hurts, there’s blood dripping down on the wooden floor below you, and there’s still the taste of metal in your mouth.
hanni rushes over to you, her eyes wide with concern as she saw the blood on your side and face. “y/n, are you okay?” she asks, her voice trembling.
your breath shakes, then you wipe the blood from your nose with the back of your hand. “it’s nothing,” you replied, though the pain was starting to set in. “we should go.”
hanni didn’t argue. she helped you out of the crowded room, the two of you leaving heeseung behind as he lay there, too stunned and beaten to follow.
she also doesn’t say a word as you walk away from the fight with a bloody nose and cut skin over the skin of your rib as well as on the corner of your lip. she doesn’t say a word as she follows you to the car, but to be fair, you hadn’t let her anyway.
your breath is shaky the whole way back, you gasp as you flop against the headrest of the car.
“y/n, are you okay?” you don’t respond to her inquiry. instead, you grip the wheel tightly, eyes fixed on the road, and bite down on your back teeth. there’s an unreadable expression on your face, you’re angry and hurt and god knows what else; there’s so much going on with you that hanni can’t point out.
hanni doesn’t want to feed the fire, you look like you’ll punch anything if she even considers saying another word. she just stares ahead, letting you drive back to her place, following you after you slam the door of your car and lock it, walking in behind you as you open the door without looking back.
“you’re okay, right?” you ask quietly, voice practically a hum. “he didn’t touch you or anything, did he?
“no, he didn’t.” she stares at your back after you take off your work jacket, throwing it at the couch. “you’re–”
“i’m going to stay the night, i’ll be in the shower.”
“i–” hanni watches you disappear up the stairs, then her features relax into defeat.
–
some of your clothes are still in the room you used to stay in, you grab an old black t-shirt and throw it on, along with your old high school gym shorts.
everything hurts. your body is a mess of bruises and cuts, but it’s your heart that aches the most. your chest tightens with a mix of regret and self-loathing, each breath a painful reminder of how stupid you were to get into a fight with another drunk idiot. the fact that it all happened in front of hanni makes your stomach churn. you can’t shake the image of her wide eyes, the surprise—maybe even fear?—etched across her face as she watched you throw punches and take hits right in front of her.
there’s a gnawing doubt that settles deep in your mind. did she think less of you for losing control like that? did it make you seem weaker in her eyes because you’d gotten hurt in a reckless, impulsive moment? you replay the scene over and over, each time the look on her face twists the knife in your gut a little more. it shouldn’t bother you, none of it should, you fight for fun, you’ve fought her fucking friend – but still, your flop onto the bed with a groan.
you wonder what she’s thinking now, if she’s disappointed or disgusted, if she sees you differently after witnessing your bruised and battered state. the thought that she might judge you, might see you as less capable, gnaws at you relentlessly. what if she thinks you’re just some bigger asshole than you already are to her, one who can’t control their temper, who gets beat up by nobodies in a drunken brawl?
you shoot up when you hear a knock on the door, staring straight at it until it opens slowly to reveal hanni in the universities crewneck sweatshirt and shorts, as well as a first aid kit in one hand and an ice pack in the other.
“hey.”
“what do you want?”
“sit up.”
“hanni–”
“are you ever not an asshole? what did i say? sit up straight.” her tone is venomous, you’ve never heard her this serious or angry – seriously angry, angrier than when you spilled coffee on yunjin that one time. “please, just please listen to me for once.”
“fine.”
she sits down next to you, watching you shrink a bit just from her being there. she sets down the first aid kit, you watch her open it and grab a little wipe. then your gaze is redirected when she grabs your chin and moves it, facing it towards her as she examines close, making you gasp and you even feel your cheeks heating up.
hanni gently cradles your chin between her thumb and pointer finger, her touch firm but surprisingly tender. she carefully dabs at the blood on your lip, her focus intent as if the world outside this moment doesn’t exist. when she lets go, there’s an unexpected pang of disappointment in the pit of your stomach, a slight desire for her touch to linger just a little longer.
but then, she holds you again, tilting your head slightly upward as she tends to the small cut on your lip. her fingers are cool against your skin, and you can’t help but wince at the sting. her expression softens, a brief flicker of concern crossing her face, but she doesn’t say anything. the silence between you is thick, loaded with everything unsaid, as she continues to care for you with a careful, almost hesitant touch.
“you’re an idiot, you know.” hanni says lowly, eyes focused on that little wound. “but less of an asshole.”
“what?” you inhale sharply when hanni presses harder on the cut, most likely intentionally. “ouch.”
“you’re hurt, and it’s because of me. i understand if you’re mad at me for that.”
you pull away, looking at her in disbelief. “what? i’m not mad at you.”
“really?”
“you dumbass.” you start, hanni just stares. “i don’t care about getting hurt, i just… i got so angry, and then he swung and… i just… i don’t know.” you grip the edge of the bed, avoiding her gaze. “i just didn’t want you hurt. i seriously don’t care that i’m hurt, i don’t care at all, i’d take another punch or two if it meant you being safe.”
“really?”
“i mean, yeah. you’re… i don’t know. why would i not do that?”
“i didn’t know you cared for me like that.”
“of course i do hanni.” the words slip out before you can stop them, carrying a weight you didn’t intend. you meet her eyes, your expression showing some sort of longing, exposing something unclear to both you and hanni, maybe unspoken or unknown feelings. your voice, soft and genuine, takes hanni by surprise. “i mean,” you quickly add, clearing your throat as your voice drops to a murmur, “you’re… you know. i couldn’t just let heeseung do that.”
“right,” hanni whispers, studying your face before resuming her careful attention to the cut on your lip. “um, your bruise looks rough, by the way.”
but the bruise doesn’t matter. the pain had faded the moment she touched you, the moment you became hyperaware of every little detail—the way your breath caught each time her thumb brushed against your skin, the soft part of her lips, the way she looked at you with that unreadable expression. she looks really beautiful, and you find yourself utterly captivated, unable to think of anything else but how you’re drawn to her, completely entranced by her presence.
hanni doesn’t hear a response from you, she looks up to meet your eyes, they’re staring deep into hers, brows upturned in the slightest. you two stare at each other for a moment again, hanni’s fingers still on your skin, the wipe in her hand hovering over the corner of your lip, and blush tinting both of your cheeks simultaneously.
even with the ice pack pressed against your bruise, it feels like your skin is so warm that the ice is melting faster than it should. hanni takes your hand and places it over the pack, guiding you to hold it there. then, without a word, she reaches for the water bottle on the bedside table, setting it within easy reach before grabbing a bottle of tylenol from the kit. did they always have that in there? you really don’t care, not when hanni is carefully placing a tylenol pill at your lips and gently tapping your jaw twice.
“open,” she murmurs, her voice soft and comforting. you comply, opening your mouth just enough for her to slide the pill onto your tongue. she follows up by lifting the water bottle to your lips, helping you take a sip. you swallow, feeling the cool water slide down your throat. “good,” she whispers, her eyes lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze. she smiles, and it’s like everything else fades away.
something shifts in the air between you two, a subtle but undeniable change that makes your heart race, something that won’t easily fade. you’re certain now—whatever this is, it’s here to stay.
“can you lift your shirt up for me? i’m going to patch up your cut, okay?” you nod, keeping the ice pack on your bruise as you lift the shirt just enough for hanni to see the cut – still fresh – and furrow her brows just a bit. nonetheless, she grabs things you don’t pay attention to from the kit, then starts to work her magic.
(“when you love someone, taking care of them is never a problem. i love you y/n, and your grandpa; taking care of you two is nothing of a problem. maybe it’s rotten work for some people, but for the people i love? never.”)
her features etch into concentration, she bites the inside of her lip just barely, and it’s familiar in a bittersweet way.
(“you know y/n, i won’t be here forever.” your grandma’s voice rings in your head. “when you grow older i want you to find someone who will take care of you like that, and it’s your job to take care of them too.”)
she finishes tending to the cut, her knuckles grazing the bandage before she says, “you’re really tough, y/n.”
the softness in her tone, the evident care, how she’s handled you so sweetly; you feel your eyes watering and before you know it there’s tears sliding down your cheek. hanni doesn’t notice until you sniffle, she looks up at you, surprised to see you in the vulnerable state.
“oh my god, are you okay? did it hurt? you should've told me–”
your voice cracks as you say, “you’re just like her.”
“y/n, what?”
“hanni, you’re, you–” you cut yourself off, bototm lip trembling as you fight back more tears.
what catches hanni offguard again is the sudden hug she’s being pulled into, feeling your arms wrap around her, holding her close. hanni freezes, but melts into you, rubbing your back and mumbling soft reassurance, “it’s okay, it’s okay i’m– i’m here.”
“you don’t think i’m weak, do you?”
“of course not, you beat someone up for me.”
“good.”
“you’re stronger than everyone i know. you’re anything but weak.” she assures, hearing you sniffle again.
hanni is confused to say the least, but she’s not going ot let go until you’re ready, she’d stay with you the whole night if you asked, really.
you haven’t broken down in years, every punching bag you’ve ever come across has already met everything you’ve bottled up and left unsaid. but something about hanni and her care, it left you crying in her arms to the point where she had to pull away to wipe your tears here and there.
hanni listened to you talk about your grandma, her dying in your arms, her care, her, really the whole latter. she listened to everything, sitting there next to you even when you couldn’t speak and all you could do was stare right at the ground. it was almost like every grudge had fizzled away into nothing, there wasn’t any space for that anymore.
you chuckle, regaining awareness of the whole situation. you feel like an idiot. “i’m sorry you had to hear my sob story.”
“it’s nothing, seriously.” she squeezes your hand tightly. “i just want you to be okay.”
“it’s just, you remind me of her a little, i can’t remember the last time i cried like that. she said something to me once and… i guess seeing it in real time made me break down like a loser.”
hanni tended to you like no one else did, no doctor or nurse you’ve seen has ever done anything like that other than give you a little warning that boxing is dangerous and to be careful not to overtrain yourself. no one has held you like that, looked at you like that, or even spoken to you like that since your grandma.
“you’re not a loser y/n, all those times i called you an asshole, it’s just because of that stupid grudge i had.” she explains. “don’t beat yourself up over it.”
–
you and hanni have made up after that night, it took a while for you to open up fully and stop avoiding her due to your embarrassment, but it worked out.
you pick up hanni after her classes nearly everyday, michael makes you work hours that let you do so, he seems to enjoy your growing bond.
sometimes you wait inside your car near whichever building she’s in with a drink or meal just because, and sometimes you two end up at your place for a short bit of time just to mingle and hangout. it’s a growing routine, a recurring thing that you’re fond of.
hanni’s noticing a more vulnerable, caring side of you. before all of this, she’s seen you as some fighter with anger issues, but you’re just like that on the outside. when she’s inside your skin, she’s exposed to the more calm side of you, the side that’s not always on edge, the side that makes her swoon a little bit – she’s always found you alluring no matter how hard she tried to deny it, but now that your real self is constantly in front of her; you’re someone she can’t help but smile at everytime she sees you.
she takes pictures of you rarely, but each one is favorited just because she’s telling herself that they’re funny moments worth looking back on, even if some of them are just you doing domestic things or even driving. she even mentions you to her friends sometimes, sometimes, even to yunjin (who isn’t against this whole growing bond, the rivalry had died down anyway, it was just a tournament for money) which caught her by surprise.
hanni found herself seeking you out more often, even if it meant enduring the relentless thumping of your fists against the sandbags and the blare of your obnoxiously loud music while she tried to study. it was a small price to pay for those fleeting moments where she could catch a glimpse of you – she kind of (really) enjoyed watching you workout to the point where she’d fake complaints.
“ugh, i have a longass lecture tomorrow. please keep it down, it’s in the morning.”
“and i need to stay in shape you loser.”
“you can go a day without it, just skip today, please?”
you stop your movements, breathing in deeply to catch your breath before looking at her.
she’s wearing her glasses again, and something about them makes her look especially cute. her hair is braided into two neat plaits that hang off her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. when she looks at you, there’s a hint of playful annoyance in her expression, though it only makes you smile wider. your grin broadens even more as you take in the full picture of her—she’s drowned in oversized clothes and you can’t help but be captivated.
“is that my t-shirt?”
hanni looks down at her top, then stutters, “i- i don’t know? i just grabbed it…”
“you’re a thief, that’s what.”
“shut up oh my god.” she groans.
you chuckle, then take your gloves off and hand them to her, she looks at you confusedly. “put them on.” you urge, watching her look at you like you’re stupid. “c’mon now.”
“what?” she feels you grabbing her hands, you place the gloves on yourself for her, then push her towards the sandbag. “i’m not going to–”
“take a hit, it’s a stress reliever.”
“y/n please–”
“go on,” you smirk, raising your brows. “your grandpa was great, you have to have inherited some of his skills.” she immediately punches you in the shoulder, causing you to pout playfully.
with a sigh, she gets into a fighting stance that nearly makes you burst out laughing. she throws a punch—surprisingly decent—then looks at you expectantly.
“happy?” she asks, a dumbfounded expression on her face.
“fix your form,” you murmur, moving behind her to adjust her arms. hanni’s breath catches slightly as you correct her stance, your hands steadying her waist before tapping her thigh to shift her leg back. “there you go, but don’t stay so loose. someone’s going to knock you over.”
“it’s not like i’m going to fight anyone soon—” mid-sentence, you give her a gentle shove, causing her to stumble and lose her balance. “hey!”
“stay tense. if i’d used all my strength, you would’ve hit the ground,” you giggle, helping her back into position. she blushes as you guide her, the warmth of your hands lingering on her waist, making her hyper-aware of every touch. “okay?” your breath hits teh back of her ear and she shivers.
“yeah, whatever.” she says before punching again, a better one for that matter.
“you’re actually not bad.”
“are you lying to me?”
“a little.” you joke, then smile at her. “you’re cute.” you say under your breath.
“what did you say?”
“nothing.”
hanni had heard you say it, but she doesn’t push further.
–
the next time you pick hanni up, you decide to head out onto her campus and find your friends before picking her up. her class ends in thirty minutes anyway, and ningning had promised to buy you coffee the next time she had seen you.
you stand near your car with her, leaning against the brick wall beside her with your hand against it as you sip on the latte she had bought you. you stare at the cup, impressed by the quality.
“this is good.”
“i know right.” she agrees, taking another sip. “jesus, your lip is still busted.”
“is it?” you ask, feeling ningnings thumb grazing the injury. “it feels fine.”
“it’s still dark. heeseung got you good, didn’t he?”
“shut up, i knocked him out, that’s what matters.” you roll your eyes and hear her laugh. she pushes your shoulder playfully, laughing even more.
hanni walks towards your car only to see you not inside, which throws her off. she looks around, scanning the area for a bit until her eyes land on you leaning against the wall with a girl. she feels her heart sink a bit just watching her touch your lip and push you lightly. you laugh at her and smile, making the weird feeling in her stomach even worse.
she walks over and taps your shoulder, earning the attention from the two of you as she clears her throat.
“hey, i had trouble finding you.” hanni says, then looks at ningning, almost glaring. “who’s this?”
“oh, a friend.” you simply state, then wave at the girl beside you. “i got to get going, let’s catch up soon again, okay?
“mhm, see you n/n.” she winks at you and you have to fight back a gag. hanni feels like there’s a pit in her stomach.
the two of you get into your car, but it’s odd considering hanni hasn’t insulted you or even said anything. she just gets inside and looks out the window while you turn on the car, you raise a brow.
“is everything okay? bad day or…?”
“you into her?”
“what? no. don’t be ridiculous.”
“she kept touching your lip.” hanni scoots closer to the window, not daring to look at you. “i think she wants you.”
“you’re actually an idiot.” you sigh, shrugging her off as you start to drive away.
hanni stays silent the rest of the car ride, not saying much other than responding to your questions bluntly. you don’t know what’s gotten into her.
–
you’re very aware that it’s easy to piss hanni off, or maybe that’s just because it’s you.
half the time it’s really just you being playfully irritating, she’s never actually been mad at you in months. but these days, ever since you picked her up that one time after hanging with ningning, she’s been distant, avoidant even.
hanni stays cooped up in her room, you even knock on her door after training to ask to grab a bite or really just anything. hanni’s always throwing the same excuses at you, she never did this before, but now her university work suddenly keeps her away from you.
you knock at her door again, opening it to find her in bed on her phone.
“you busy?”
“who’s asking.”
“what the hell is up with you?” you sigh, walking over to sit next to her. “i just wanted to ask if you wanted fruit. your grandpa cut some for me, like, so much. do you want to eat it together?”
hanni's grown fond of the way you look at her, something she never expected to happen. there's a warmth in your gaze that catches her off guard, especially when you give her those pleading eyes, head tilted just so, with your hair falling perfectly to frame your face. even then, as she shakes her head, she can’t ignore the little flutter in her chest. despite everything, there's an undeniable allure in the way you look at her now, one that she's finding harder to resist.
the whole reason she’s been giving you the cold shoulder is because the realization hit her as soon as you leather tend to your injuries: she likes you, she likes you so goddamn much. seeing you with ningning the other day made her realize that she likes you too much, so much that the fact that someone likes you, and you might like them – this ‘ningning’ makes her heartache.
for fucks sake, she’s a nursing student, she can’t be wallowing away because of a crush.
“not hungry.”
“have you even eaten?”
“yeah.”
“you liar.” you get up, looking at her worryingly and fighting back the words you want to say. “i’m heading out then, i’ll pick you up tomorrow after school.”
“you don’t have to.”
“i’m going to, don’t leave me hanging.” you give hanni a serious look, tightening your jaw before letting a small huff out. she avoids your gaze, turning on her side in her bed, then catching the sight of you leave as soon as your back is turned towards her.
-
you cannot believe what you’re watching unfold right now.
hanni, hanni, hanni who you beat up a man for, is in the distance talking to that same man you beat up. heeseung is saying something to her that you can’t catch, hanni’s giving him a smile, and you would’ve gotten out of the car to smack him in the face if hanni weren’t already walking towards you.
she gets inside, you look at her like a police officer interrogating a criminal.
“was that him?”
“oh, it’s nothing.”
“hanni.” you start, but decide to close your eyes tight, poke your tongue at your cheek, and simply start to back out of your parking spot. “we’ll talk about this later, we’re going to my place.”
“yours?”
“we’re going to talk.”
“you’re abducting me.” hanni raises a brow, if it were coming from anyone else it would for sure be mildly concerning. “you’re kidnapping me.”
“yes.”
-
you two make it inside and as soon as hanni is in after you, you shut the door and cross your arms.
hanni heads over to your little kitchen and grabs a waterbottle from your fridge, then leans against the counter.
“what did i do?” you ask, walking over to her. “did i piss you off in the wrong way again? did i say something wrong?”
“what are you talking about?”
“don’t give me that, you’ve been avoiding me.”
“no i haven’t.”
“then why haven’t you been over to watch your stupid shows at my place in the past two weeks hanni.” you step closer, sizing up with her and drilling through her skull with your eye contact. “why haven’t we gone out for smoothies in the past two weeks, why haven’t we had a full conversation in two weeks, and hell, why were you talking to heeseung earlier.”
hanni gulps the water she’s sipped, turning her head away, but you use two fingers to redirect her attention back to you. hanni feels her breath shake when she exhales.
“i, it’s nothing. and besides, heeseung was just… asking me out, saying sorry and whatnot but i didn’t give him my number or anything.”
“so you rejected him?”
“i mean, i just told him i’ll think about it.”
you laugh, you laugh because this is fucking ridiculous.
“he beat me up hanni, he punched a woman – me – right in the face and gave me a bruise. you said you’d ‘think about it?’”
“what does it matter to you! you already have that ningning, why do you care about me?”
you pause, looking at her confused. “is all this shit because of ningning? she’s just my friend.”
“well you look at her like it’s something more!” hanni blurts, looking stressed.
“it’s not– hanni, you’re being ridiculous.”
“am i? because she was touching your lip and pushing your shoulder and it seemed like you enjoyed being around her sooooo much–”
“and because of this you’ve been avoiding me? and you’re really going to consider seeing a guy who beat my ass up.” you can’t believe what you’re saying, you can’t believe any of this.
“what, i can’t do my own shit now?”
she can’t, she can’t because only you should be doing that shit with her. you’re looking at her like she’s crazy, utterly confused as you scan her features. for a split second, she looks at you like she’s reconsidering things, like she’s longing or something.
then it hits you, it hits you after you run through every mental note of hanni: she’s jealous, she’s jealous of you because she thinks you and ningning have something going on.
you pause, stepping closer until there’s hardly any space between you. leaning in, you narrow your eyes at her, voice dropping low. “because,” you murmur, placing one hand on her waist while the other gently cups her jawline. her breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her neck, but she doesn’t pull away. instead, she drops her gaze to your lips, then down to your collarbone, avoiding your eyes. you tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet your gaze. your eyes trace over her flustered expression – flushed cheeks and parted lips – and you let out a sigh. “because it should be me you’re thinking about seeing, asshole.”
her hand slides to your upper chest, sliding up to your collarbone before you kiss her.
you kiss her like you want her, like you need her and she kisses back with the same force. she reels you in closer and melts into you without thinking. hanni smells like pears and a sunday morning, you could die like this.
she parts to catch her breath, shivering when your hand trickles right under her shirt and your skin grazes against her own. her eyes are still closed when she says, “you’re not with ningning, are you?”
“i’d rather get hit by a bullet train than do anything with her.” you mutter, then pull her closer by the waist. “i want you to be the one i’m kissing, it’s always been you dumbass.”
hanni kisses you again, pulling you in with her arms wrapped around your neck.
–
it’s been two hours, you’ve had your lips on hanni for at least two thirds of that time.
but now, on your couch after two long weeks, hanni is by your side leaning against you. she’s always been hesitant with physical touch when it came to you, but after making out with you – with you closer than ever to her, hovering above as her back rests on the cushion of your couch – she doesn’t have to be hesitant whatsoever.
“i don’t understand,” your lips are still swollen, you can feel the swell as you speak. “so is does he want her or not?” you ask, pointing to the two leads on the tv.
“he does but it’s like, complicated.”
“literally how.”
“she dated his brother, and i think she also likes girls.”
“you’re kidding.”
“i swear.” hanni says, eyes focused on the screen.
“whatever.” you don’t really care, not as much as she does about this show. but that doesn’t stop you from putting an arm around her and looping her hair around your finger, then smiling to yourself. hanni scoots closer into you, and an episode later you’re laying on top of her, fighting sleep as her fingers comb through your hair and press into your scalp relaxingly.
(your grandma was onto something, maybe there was someone out there that you could love and be loved by just as much as her.)
he vividly remembers danielle mentioning that ador is debuting a soloist, her remembers how excited she was about it, she couldn’t wait to have a new person under her entertainment and seeing her excitement made him excited as well.
who knew one soloist could ruin everything.
as soon as she debuted her name was everywhere, her face was everywhere, her songs were trending, brands were already wanting her and it’s been a while since a soloist has gotten this successful making it all more impressive.
her remembered how danielle rushed into his dorm and turned on the tv to show him the music video, there was a bright smile on her face, you would think the young girl on the tv hung the stars in the sky with how much danielle was obsessing over her.
“isn’t it so good?” she asked him leaning into his side
it was good really good, he understood why the girls name was everywhere, “your company really knows how to do concepts huh?”
danielle giggled in response, “I’m meeting her tomorrow to film a dance with her, I’m so nervous isn’t she pretty?”
“not as pretty as you.”
✮
“yn was so nice yesterday,” danielle said on their date, “I was so nervous, I wonder if she realized, that’s so embarrassing.”
“she probably didn’t,” he said squeezing her hand.
“hopefully,” she responded before her eyes trail behind him and widening, “oh my, she’s here.”
he turned around and indeed she was, yn in all her glory walking into cafe with who looked like her mangers trailing behind her “oh.”
she stood nice and pretty while one of her managers ordered her eyes trailing to side only to make eye contact with him and danielle, he could hear danielle gasp when yn tapped her manager before signaling something.
they watched as yn made her way over to the table giving danielle a bright smile, “dani! hey,”
the way danielle’s face heated up you’d think she was sick, “h-hey yn, what a coincidence seeing you,” she says trying her best to keep eye contact with the new idol.
“it is…” yn starts to say something but then looks at him and back at danielle, then a small smile makes its way to her face a teasing one, “are you guys..”
her furrows his eyebrows when danielle straightens her posture and cuts off yn, “what brings you here?” she asks laughing nervously.
he watches as yn and danielle have a conversation in front of him like he isn’t there, “well I better get going the drinks are probably ready, I would invite you but I wouldn’t want to ruin your date.”
yn gives danielle pat on the shoulder and turns away but is cut off by danielle getting up from her seat, “wait!”
“huh?”
“we were actually warping up, I would love to join you.” he looks at danielle confused and she gives him a look that says please I want to be her friend.
he reluctantly nods his head and then looks at yn, “yeah we were just wrapping up, go have fun.”
yn just gives him a nod and links her arm with danielle who flashes him a smile before rushing off with yn.
he sits in his seat for a while going over the recent events, that was weird, maybe he was just looking too into it, that’s what danielle would probably tell him.
✮
he definitely wasn’t too into it.
danielle wasn’t answering his calls all day, so like what a good boyfriend would do he immediately went to the new jeans dorms to check on her.
the door opens the reveal hanni, she gives him an awkward smiles and doesn’t invite him in immediately, “hey bro, what are you doing here?”
he stuffs his hands in his pockets, “just checking on danielle, she hasn’t answered my texts all day.”
hanni awkwardly scratches her neck and looks off to the side, “oh really? that’s weird…”
the way she said it threw him off.
“yeah, it is weird she always answers, do you know where she is?”
“do I? I do!” hanni fidgets and he’s starting to get really concerned.
“hanni…are you okay?”
“yes! of course I am why wouldn’t I be, dani is in her room come in!”
he slowly walks in and heads towards danielle’s but is stopped by hanni.
“knock first, you know.”
“um, okay.”
he makes his way to danielle’s and he hears her laughs and giggles which is pretty on the nose for the girl.
hearing the girls laugh made him completely forget anything hanni said and opens her door.
honestly what he didn’t expect to see yn the new superstar on his girlfriends bed laying on her head on danielles legs both of them in cute matching melody and kuromi pjs.
both girls look up, yn raises a brow at the man while danielle looks at him panicked.
there’s silence before yn awkwardly clears her throat, “hey…”
“hey…”
danielle carefully lifts yn’s head from her legs and gets up from her bed walking towards him and grabbing his hand and pulling him out the room with her closing her door carefully.
“hey, what are you doing here?”
he looks at her door before shrugging, “I’ve been calling me texting you all day and it was unlike you to not answer so I decided to check on you, I was worried but you seem perfectly fine.”
“you called and texted?” danielle askes before giving him an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry, it’s just I invited yn to sleepover today so I’ve been hanging out with her, I guess I got too caught up with her.”
“oh really?” he asks, “yn just seems to be everywhere huh? on billboards, on the tv and with my girlfriend?”
“it’s not like that and you know that.” danielle sighs before grabbing both of his hands, “I’m sorry and I will make it up to you.”
“promise?”
“I promise, now stop being dramatic and go back home,” she giggled.
maybe he was being dramatic.
✮
he wasn’t being dramatic.
he sits with his members as he watches yn perform at the award show everyone screaming and singing the lyrics to her her songs including new jeans who sits in front of them.
he watches his now ex girlfriend and her group sing along to their company mates songs, dancing and screaming her name.
“this must be painful,” his member whispers to him as the rest of them dance and sing to the voice, “she really stole your girlfriend huh?” he teases.
“shut up.”
she really did steal his girlfriend and it’s like it can’t escape the both of them because of how popular new jeans and yn is alone.
screw you ador.
yn had to be supernatural with how fast she stole danielle, she just had to be.
☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Exhibitionism, mentions of corruption, semi-public sex mentions at the end
☆ — NOTES: Wait I didn't even realise I had essentially already done this oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭😭 anyway is a cheeky Robin ooc I wonder if it is..........my bad gang I actually haven't finished Penacony yet 😭 ik like spoilers
Such a move spells TROUBLE for a universal celebrity like her.............good thing she likes the trouble you put her through ☺️
You've seen how she dedicates herself to her multimedia craft, putting her all into performing arts for the sake of inspiring people and making everyone happy. Now, you want to see how she does with.......performing for a different reason :3
"Such a risk would be much more trouble than it's worth, you know."
"If it's 'so much trouble', then why are you smiling like that?"
"Maybe I just find your request amusing. You know that the press are determined to spot anything that may give them a good scoop."
It's not as if Robin was wrong—a cosmically-famous figure like her would be risking the possibility of complete and utter ruination with such deviancy, along with.. well, having to face her brother. And The Family too, but mostly her brother. She had the right to be worried.
..But, well, she doesn't really seem to be worried right now, despite her words. If anything, the expression on her face as she leaned on the wall and the slight fluttering of her wings showed a different feeling.
As if she were the cat that got the cream.
"Uh huh," you leaned back on the chaise with a knowing look, eyes narrowed and arms crossed, "what I know is you're not saying no..."
She lets out a false sigh as she pushed herself off the wall to head to you, "Aw, I thought I led you off my trail."
"Like you do with the press? Oh, please." You rolled your eyes, "I know you much better than that."
"You seem so sure."
"Am I wrong?"
"Mm.. no, I guess you're not."
Then she sits down on your lap and wraps her arms around your neck, the wings on her hips wrapping themselves around the both of you like a barrier that separates you from the rest of the world, "And neither are you wrong about my lack of your refusal."
Your hands snake themselves over to your lover's waist.. before moving down further and lightly squeezing her ass, "So that's a yes?"
"Mhm," she hummed, her voice reduced to a raspy whisper, "I could never resist you, sweetheart."
"What a coincidence—I could never resist you either. Must be a Halovian thing, with that halo of yours."
"Haha, who knows."
And that leads on to your present situation: Robin, as an important member of The Family and a famous singer, was invited to a gala as a special guest. Naturally, she attended and was thankful that they allowed her to invite a plus-one. Considering that Sunday had his own invitation, you were practically the most obvious pick out of everyone she could've chosen, both because you were her most important person.......and because this was a perfect opportunity for the both of you
So here she was, clinging to your arm as you talked to some.. some random who was (unsurprisingly) one of Robin's fans, one that's REALLY obsessed with her too, apparently. And really, she wasn't sure whether to thank you for giving her a different thing to focus on or silently plead to you somehow to cut it out, but she essentially clamped her mouth shut for most of the time you were there, not actually trusting herself to let out a coherent sentence
Not just with that one guy too, you do this through the night—your hand mostly in your pocket as you manipulated the controls of the vibrator within her, usually during inconvenient moments to mess with her a bit
During times you're left alone with her as everyone else goes to do other things and talk to other people, you taunt her of how if she doesn't hide it good enough then people miiiight start suspecting something's wrong ☺️☺️ and she wouldn't wanna ruin her career like this, would she ☺️☺️☺️☺️ oh that'd be such a huge shame ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
At first she does actually taunt you back, lightly boasting to you that it takes a lot more to faze her and that it's sweet of you to try...........but as the night progresses you find that she fires back at you less and less, your favourite songbird getting increasingly more quiet, just like how her panties are getting increasingly wetter. But she bares with it with a smile anyway, disregarding the rosy tint in her cheeks as simply applying too much blush HAHAHAHA
It's not just when you two are together either!!! You've both made sure that the toy has a big enough range that you can walk around without the connection being severed from the distance, so it was rather easy for you to manipulate it even while you were away from her. Oh, and how FUN it is, esp when you see her try to look around for you as her wings flutter restlessly
It's actually rather impressive to watch though—even when the night toiled away and it got increasingly harder for her to stop herself from cumming herself silly from sheer frustration, she keeps herself in check. It's almost as if she were completely unbothered, acting the perfect part as a beautiful socialite at a grand event as she sang with (very false) confidence. You would've been fooled......if it weren't for the fact that she had telepathised her need for you to just bend her over somewhere and fuck her dumb instead of letting her continue with this toy inside of her. You almost feel bad
Keyword: almost, especially when you decide to get braver and mess with her a liiiiittle bit more. And she would've been fine with it!!! At least, if it weren't for the fact that this was with HER FUCKING BROTHER LOL
Halovians, the musical and emotional creatures that they are, can probably communicate via special frequencies right?? At least, that's my personal hc, like you can't actually use a radio to intercept it and listen in bc it's like a Halovian-specific kinda thing that can only be read through their halos. Idk how they work lol don't sic me
Anyway through that logic, I feel like Sunday picked up signals of distress from his little sister. He's probably more sensitive to her frequencies too, with how yk. They're related. Like sharing genetic code except it's like if you look at a sound visualiser and see multiple lines at once and the Oak siblings have that one similar line or smth. So he can tell that SOMETHING is wrong with her, just not what specifically (esp when Robin's probably trying her best to block out signals of her lust from ever notifying her brother that smth more is happening)
"Are you certain you're feeling alright, Robin?" Sunday's voice held a sense of urgency and protectiveness, as expected of the one that had been there for her as the one constant before she had left Penacony, "I can tell that something is off.. and your feathers are a bit ruffled."
The worried emotions he had sent to Robin, along with a request to pry into her psychical wellbeing, didn't help the singer at all in terms of calming down—the possibility of her beloved brother becoming unwillingly privy to the fact that her inner workings are so utterly perverse and corrupted scares her. The fact that you had slowly switched the vibe's speed between an agonisingly slow pace and an upward climb as the exchange went on added to the torture.
Though compared to the rest of the night, this time actually felt like you were taking mercy on her, with the way you hadn't decided to suddenly ramp the intensity up out of nowhere.
(And there was that twisted feeling inside her that actually liked the thought of being an R-rated spectacle in front of all these people around them still threatening to take her focus away.)
To keep up the charade as she continued to block Sunday's attempts in peering into her enotions, she could only do what she did best; perform. So she nods her head with a smile, though the latter action didn't really need that much acting, "Yes, I'm feeling alright. I appreciate the concern, brother, but nothing's wrong. Perhaps it's just exhaustion—I don't know how you.. mm.. how you deal with it all the time."
"I could say the same to you," he reciprocates her smile, if a tad bit crooked from his worry, "I think it takes a lot of inner strength, to take on the attention of a universal crowd. Luckily, I know you can more than handle it."
The blue-haired sibling hummed, her smile widening from her brother's confidence, "It's because I know I have you to fall back-- on..!"
The grey-haired sibling furrowed her eyebrows in turn at the sudden yelp, "Are you quite sure you're okay..? You're worrying me, dear sister."
...
Yeah, no, she couldn't carry on such a conversation like this.
Another nod as she digs her nails into her palms in an effort to redirect her thoughts from the overflow of slick in the apex of her thighs, "Y-Yes, I'm fine... I think I just need to take a walk around to.. calm myself. I feel rather warm."
He doesn't reply immediately, leaving Robin in suspense. Could he have figured it out?
..Turns out no, as he lets out a small sigh, "Alright, just remember to tell me if something's wrong, yes? I don't want your comeback here to be an unpleasant one."
"I will, thank you."
She turns around in a hurry—though not that much of a hurry, lest he either gets more suspicious or she somehow makes the toy's effect worse—and leaves, making a beeline for you before grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you off before you could say a word (though the small smirk on your face said all you needed to say).
And Sunday clocks the two of you leaving the main hall together with a raised brow. His initial instinct is to go investigate himself—he knew better than to believe his sister's act, of course... But he thought better of it.
He had an inkling that perhaps this wasn't something he should involve himself in.
And his gut feeling was right, esp when Robin dragged you out and into the first private, empty room she found, pushed you down and started grinding onto your lap like a bitch in heat 🥰🥰🥰🥰
People are going to talk for a WHILE about your sudden disappearance, the both of you KNOW this very well, but right now? Robin doesn't gaf, not when her mind's been reduced to a horny mess as she begs you to finally get her off yourself. Whether you do or you DON'T??? Up to you LMAO
Either way, it's DEFINITELY something unforgettable........and dare I say, tellingly exposing of what your songbird likes 🫶
"Why do I deal with such risks again?"
"Because you love me?"
"..Mm. Yes, that's true."
"Wait, really? That's giving me too much power, birdie."
"And that's perfectly fine," her lips curl into a light grin, "There's nobody else I'd rather obey."
Thinking ab being Robin's songwriter and spending time in a room together where you just alternate between bouncing ideas off each other and talking about nothing
You see her laugh at the stuff you say, the two of you are enjoying yourselves and by the end of it you have something decent going on, both the progressing song and your progressing relationship with each other
thinking about robin’s head game. one more robin drabble might be posted tdy. (i love robin, im totally normal about her like i am for stelle.) . cw: blowjob, handjob, teasing, petnames gn! reader with a dick
ROBIN’s shiny pink lips presses sticky kisses to your reddened cockhead, elicting a soft whine from you. she’s sat between your legs, long, teal locks pulled up into a ponytail, and pearly emerald eyes gauging your reaction. her soft hand leisurely strokes your shaft up and down, wrist skillfully rolling occasionally as she nears towards the top. sensitive, you gnaw at your bottom lip, watching a bead of precum spill from your slit and robin is quick to use it as lube and smear it all your shaft. “ robin, robin, robin. .” you chant breathlessly and she hums, sticking her tongue out to give one of the prominent veins a long lick.
“ that’s my name, sweetie. “ the halovian woman teases, wings fluttering softly at the cute sound of another whine escaping your reddened lips. “ n-need you. .“ you pant, her brows raise as a patient smile adorns her angelic features. you’re so pretty like this, dazed (e/c) eyes are half open and you’re looking at everywhere but her. she can see the thin layer of sweat coat your face, allowing your skin to shine. “ need me to do what? tell me and i’ll do my best to satisfy my sweetheart. “
“ i-i want your lips around me—to suck me off, please robin. .“ you breathe, hips buckling to robin’s relaxed strokes. she giggles and you can feel her hand massage your tensed thigh. “ i can do that, “ your lover says, her thumb tracing nonexistent shapes on your skin. “ but i have one wish before i do. “
you eagerly bob your head, pulling another giggle from robin. “ mhm, mhm, tell me, i’ll do anything.” heavens, you’re so cute.
“ easy, my sweet, it’s just one small wish. i want you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that for me? “
your lidded eyes finally connects with hers, robin’s smile curls bigger. like how you wanted, she circles her plush lips around the leaking head of your length and tastes the slight bitter taste of your precum. she slowly sinks down, her hot muscle flattens against you. “ o—oh my, mmm. . “ you let out a moanful groan, eyeing her as she takes you down to the hilt. her nose brushes against your groin and she lingers there. you can feel your cock head poke at the back of her throat. your fingers thread into the beige covers, scrunching them up as your hand balls into a fist.
“ a-ah, robinnn. “ you slurr, throat turning dry instantly when robin makes heavy eye contact with you on the call of her name. she returns back up, apple cheeks hollowing. her saliva covers your throbbing cock. the teal–haired woman then does it all over again, barely gagging and taking her time. the flithy, slippery sound of robin slurping on your cock has you gritting your teeth.
“ b-baby st-top, i might cum early. “ you moaned, feeling yourself twitch more and more in her hot mouth. a muffled noise similar to a giggle reverberates through her and the vibration makes your toes curl. you watch her ascend back up until her slick lips are just wrapped around the tip. robin’s moist tongue swirls around it, edging you towards your release. her hands squeezes your thighs, the edges of her wings brushing against your skin.
drool runs down the corner of your parted lips. “ r-robin, pleaseee. “ you beg, a thick cloud of lust blankets your mind. she doesn’t stop, her tongue playfully licks at your twitching head before she descends back down again. the bed dips as you recline on your elbows, watching her with uneven breaths through your nose. your hips jolt when robin sucks particularly hard at your shaft, ripping a choked cry and an orgasm from you.
“ I’m cumming, baby, i-i’m—nngh! “ robin watches with delight as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, globs of thick cum spills from your twitching member and into her awaiting mouth. she swallows as much as she can but it was still too much; cum seeps through the corners of her filled mouth, running down your cock. lightheaded, you fall on your back, legs shaking from release.
“ i-i told you to stopp . . “
you can feel robin kiss your quivering thighs and she transitions herself over you with a sweet apologetic smile on her glossy lips. “ i’m sorry, i enjoy seeing your reactions. you’re so responsive to my touch, it’s adorable, my song. “ she places another kiss on your warm cheek. you pout, closing your tired eyes in bliss as the renowned singer starts to pepper your face with feathery kisses. “ robin, you missed a spot. lips, please. “ you mutter, tugging her body down and her weight lightly rests on top of you.
she fully press her smiling lips against yours, slender fingers slithering into your hair and tenderly scratches at your scalp. lips parting, your tongue swipes across her bottom lip. robin opens her mouth and you almost immediately taste yourself on her tongue. she comfortably adjusts herself against you, ‘unintentionally’ rubbing against your half-hardened cock. your breath hitches in her mouth.
“ i-i think i want more, robin. “ you gulp as she pulls away.
“ more of what? “ you almost huff at the knowing smile in her voice.
“ more of you. you’re leaving for tour in the morning, right? i don’t want our time together to be wasted. “
robin hums, her wings swaying happily at your words. “ yes, i am. i’m glad you feel the same way because i wasn’t going to leave here until your pretty voice is engraved in my memory. “
It's me again. I hope you don't mind me sending this again. I added more details while I was at it:
Bodyguard!Reader getting teased by an Exhibitionist!Navia. She makes sure to wear the shortest skirts whilst you accompany her. Showing off those gorgeous thighs and a bit of ass, it bothers you to know you're probably not the only one staring at her.
Still, you're the only one that has her fullest attention. Once you're back is turned, she's already exposing herself to you. Whether it's a quick flash of her tits or lift up her skirt (revealing her cunt), you only catch a hint before she's quickly covered herself. You know she's doing this on purpose.
It gets to the point where you're so sexually frustrated you drag her off to some random alleyway to get railed :3
-- Navia anon
Navia has always held a bit of favoritism towards you. While she dislikes having a bodyguard or two follow her around, she makes sure to keep you close to her whenever possible. You're not complaining since it's part of your job, but you can't help but wonder how and why you've managed to capture Navia's attention.
Still, it's hard to keep up your professional attitude when you keep on catching a glimpse of her thighs and ass. Being the caring and attentive bodyguard that you are, you even try to stand as close to her as possible so that no one else would see. You just hope that Navia wouldn't take a step backward, otherwise she'd be able to feel your boner pressing against her rear.
While she loves how courteous you are, she's tired of it. Navia can't wait for you to just... snap. Hasn't she been forward enough? Or perhaps you just didn't find her attractive? Navia waits and waits and waits, but nothing changes. You don't let her see even the slightest reactions. It'll take much more than that for Navia to give up on her beloved bodyguard, though.
She resorts to more... exposing acts. Acts like lifting up her skirt or blouse completely. No doubt about it now; Navia is definitely doing this on purpose. You have no idea why, but you aren't one to refuse blessings that come your way. Or at least, you considered it a blessing at first. The moment Navia saw your normally stern face flush red, she was hooked; even more so than she already was. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and she never planned on losing. Now you're left sexually frustrated, and you don't know if you have it in you to hold back for much longer.
You didn't.
You tried to confront her about it, to not just give in to your list like some beast. All Navia did was give you vague replies that answered none of your questions, and you were getting very sick of her shit very quickly. Next thing she knows, she's getting brutally railed into next year. Your fingers are in her mouth, trying to keep her noises down to no avail. Her knees fail to hold her upright, but your position as a bodyguard isn't just for show. Keeping her balanced is light work as you leave marks all over her body and play with her nipples.
Her clothes are pretty much ruined by the time you're finished, so you end up giving her your coat to cover herself up. You'd want to say that this would teach Navia a lesson, but seeing the smug expression on her face as your cum drips down her inner thighs, it'd only spur her on further...
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